Chaz slapped Helen across the face, leaving her seeing stars.

"You asked for it!" he bellowed. "Take her away!"

While Helen was being shoved into a BMW, a black Maybach drove into The Dynasty's parking lot as well.

Vicky was riding shotgun dressed in a bewitching purple dress, watching Frank as she asked, "Henry Lane's funeral will be held in a few days. Are you attending it?"

"Yeah." Frank nodded somberly. "He saved my life. No matter what the Lanes did, I'll send him off one last time."

It has been three days, and he had gathered himself by now.

Just as she was going to start talking about what they should drink, she

"What the heck?"

her woman's

brands after all, and Vicky could tell that it was expensive. Moreover, she had seen the size and design

Screech!

side stopped beside their Maybach,

as well?" Chaz whistled pointedly at Frank, in a good mood even as he glanced at Helen who

Frank snapped, which immediately left Chaz's

that pompous act." He snorted and turned toward Vicky, raising his brow repeatedly and flirtatiously. "Forgive me for being Frank, Ms. Turnbull, but keeping your gigolo would eventually lead to your family's downfall. You really should dump him while you still

mind your own business, Mr. Graves. Why don't you go back to Southstream and lap up what's left of it?" Vicky's tone was polite, but her sarcasm

slap in the face, he was not annoyed at all. "Don't

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