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.

smile. Just as she was going to start talking about what they should

"What the heck?"

was unusual, and her woman's intuition left

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

Screech!

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

here to get drunk as well?" Chaz whistled pointedly at Frank,

Frank snapped, which immediately left

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

I think you can 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

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

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