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

take this lying down, not when Neil so ruthlessly dismissed her just because

that case, you can't blame us

narrowed their eyes as they prepared to attack, when Frank growled

you really

simply presuming him to be some

them growled, "Stay

folded his arms before his chest. "The

"Are you meddling, kid?"'

commit murder," Frank said icily. "Did you even ask

the violent murderous presence spilling

did not want to

right then, they decided to

Frank at the very next moment, but

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