Frank pursed his lips. "Are the Turnbulls that crazy?! You got hurt in the line of duty, and they are dismissing you in pain of death!?"

"Not exactly..." Frida growled through her teeth, "Neil was forcing himself on me, but I refused and hit him... And now he wants me dead."

Frank was incensed at that. "That motherfucker. Does Vicky know?"

"No." Frida shook her head. "I barely made it here—I didn't have time to contact her."

"I understand. Just rest and leave the rest to me." Frank nodded and carried her to the couch.

Just then, Neil's hitmen crashed through the nearby windows as they leapt inside, sighing in relief when they saw Frida.

Neil did tell them to take her alive if possible.

One of them said, "Just come with us, Frida. Mr. Turnbull might even let you live—you'd only get yourself killed being stubborn."

Frida withstood the pain in her belly even as she growled, "Dream on. I'd rather die than suck up to Neil."

loyal to the

was not about to take this lying down, not when Neil so ruthlessly dismissed her just because he wanted

that case, you can't blame

their eyes as they prepared

really underestimating

presuming him to

growled, "Stay out of

his arms before his chest. "The Turnbulls are really

"Are you meddling, kid?"'

into my house to commit murder," Frank said icily. "Did you even ask for

the violent murderous presence spilling from

not want to kill,

to take down Frank

leapt toward Frank at the very next moment,

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