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.

she was going to start talking about what they should drink, she frowned as she spotted a single stiletto

"What the heck?"

unusual, and her woman's

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

Screech!

beside their Maybach, and the window rolled down to reveal a familiar

whistled pointedly at Frank, in a good mood even as he glanced at Helen

off," Frank snapped, which immediately

flirtatiously. "Forgive me for being Frank, Ms. Turnbull, but keeping

go back to Southstream

given a slap in the face, he was not annoyed at all. "Don't worry—I'm sure you'll

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