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.

about what they should drink, she frowned as she spotted a single stiletto in the middle of the parking

"What the heck?"

and her

and Vicky could tell that it was expensive. Moreover, she had seen

Screech!

that was driving from the opposite side stopped beside their Maybach, and the window rolled down to

whistled pointedly at Frank, in a

Frank snapped, which immediately left Chaz's smile

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

the tip, but I think you can mind your own business, Mr. Graves. Why don't you go

was not annoyed at all. "Don't worry—I'm sure you'll be

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