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 drink, she frowned as she spotted a

"What the heck?"

unusual, and her

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

Screech!

the opposite side stopped beside their Maybach, and

to get drunk as well?" Chaz whistled pointedly at Frank, in a good mood even

off," Frank snapped, which immediately left Chaz's smile

"Forgive me for being

can mind your own business, Mr. Graves. Why don't you go back to Southstream and lap up what's

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

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