Chapter 61

Jackie gulped and promptly throw his hands up when he saw the horrific glare in Vicky’s eyes. “I was just joking, Ms. Turnbull. Don’t take me seriously.

“Joking, was it?”

Vicky, however, picked up a steel pipe, adjusted her grip, and swung it at Jackie’s head, drawing blood: instantly!

Jackie’s goons started forward but stopped in fear when Frank shot them a look.

Argh!!!” Jackie cried even as he clutched his head. “Alright, I’m sorry, Ms. Turnbull! I’ll pay you right now.”

Vicky shot him a glare of contempt. “As you should. Now wire it right now.”

This time, Jackie did not hesitate to bark at his secretary to transfer the money.

Once Vicky received it soon enough, he wiped his sweat and asked, “We’re even now, Ms. Turnbull. So, can you just go….?”

не

“Sure, but I did say I’d make you wish you were dead.”

and before Jackie could understand what was happening, Vicky swung the

“Argh!!!”

blood–curdling scream resound over the factory, and

lips–even he felt a chill between his

Frank and the others out

goons nearby

the factory. Vicky’s clothes flapped against the wind, giving her the bearing of

mafia boss.

in their car, Frank turned toward the bruised and battered Cliff and said flatly, “Raise

your arm.”

surprised but did as he was

his arm and suddenly

“Argh!” Cliff yelped.

now,” Frank said, “though you

anyway.”

studying Frank for a while and eventually asking, “You knocked off

button before, didn’t

asked,

sparred at Turnbull Villa, I noticed afterward that my

and all. However, it was not until today that he truly saw the depth of Frank’s

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