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.

with a smile. Just as she was going to start talking about what they should drink, she frowned as she spotted a single stiletto in the

"What the heck?"

and her woman's

could tell that it was expensive.

Screech!

BMW that was driving from the opposite side stopped beside their Maybach,

whistled pointedly at

which immediately left Chaz's smile

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

Graves. Why don't you go back to Southstream and lap

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

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