As Frank hung up, he finally arrived outside Lane Manor.

A doorman promptly stopped him, snapping sternly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, but Mr. Graves gave express instructions not to let you drive inside."

Aria wound down her window and snapped at the doorman, "Hey! This is plain disrespect! You have no right!"

Frank stopped her. "Forget it. I'm not planning to stay anyway."

He simply parked by the curb and headed inside Lane Manor with Aria.

He immediately found Chaz and Donald having a particularly happy chat, and Donald's eyes went red the instant he saw Frank.

Enemies really cannot stay in the same room. Although Donald was not about to start a fight just then, he flashed a sarcastic, savage smile at Frank. "Cherish your last days, Mr. Lawrence."

your son's funeral? Do send an invite

his jibe lying down, and his single remark

as he turned and stormed off, his eyes flashing viciously. "Let's see how much longer you're going to

sneered at him as he lectured haughtily, "Watch yourself, Frank. You're in my house—you wouldn't even be allowed in if not for Henry

back, unbothered, as he pulled Aria along into the

left Chaz gritting his tooth too, though he was soon chuckling. "Go on, keep puffing yourself up. The Lionhearts already know that you're seducing Vicky Turnbull, and

stung as he strode inside to find Helen in front of Henry's casket,

as soon as he entered, and anyone could feel the enmity that

especially could

as she pursed her lips. "What do you think you're looking at? Frank came

face?!" Gina's turned

annoyed—Aria's choice of words was really poor when Henry's casket was

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