Frank wobbled up to Tuck, remaining impassive as he growled, "I warned you, but you wouldn't listen.

You can't blame me for that."

"He hit Tuck! Go!"

Tuck's two thug friends promptly picked up empty bottles off the table as well. However, Frank had already smashed both their heads with each one bottle, leaving them dropping limply to the floor, their heads cracked and bleeding.

Even as one of them clutched his face and blood streamed down his forehead, he shrieked, "You hit Tuck! You're a dead man!"

On the other hand, Aria was clapping excitedly upon seeing the three thugs being beaten up. "You're so cool, Mr. Lawrence! Go on, kill those bastards!"

Frank shot her a cold, impatient glare in turn, and Aria's thrill turned to fear.

After all, he would not have been bothered by those three pests if she did not start trouble out of nothing.

He threw away the broken bottle he was holding and started to leave... and was surprised when Tuck, still on the floor, grabbed him by the trousers.

all over his face, his expression contorted viciously. "Do you think

you want?" Frank growled

holding back—if he had not, Tuck and

murderously as Tuck stubbornly clung on to

you pay for hitting me!" Tuck snapped and pulled his phone out of his pocket with

his call got through, a black-clad man in shades

face lit up with savage delight as soon as he saw the man, and he

as he bawled, "Mr. Yorkman! Please, you have to help me! Someone

away

Mahan! My brother Zuck

Yorkman doing another double take, though he finally remembered. "Oh, the Mahan family's good-for-nothing? So? What happened to your

pleased to be called a good-for-nothing—if anything, he was

stole my girl and attacked me in public! You have to

clearly here

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