Just as Corey closed his eyes and resigned himself to die, a cool voice suddenly spoke up. "Are you done? It's time you leave."

"What?"

Corey was familiar with the voice.

Was that not Frank Lawrence, Vicky's gigolo?

He suddenly dared to speak up, but it had to be now of all times? Was he suicidal?

Even as Corey opened his eyes, he was left stunned.

Zorn had his fist poised to strike at Corey's head, but Frank remained impassive even as he held onto his wrist.

Zorn could not seem to move at all and was sweating all over his brow!

thought that Zorn was merely caught off guard. "Kill them! Kill every single one in this room! Leave no one

and Hubert thought he did not hear him as he snapped angrily, "Didn't you hear me, Zorn?! What are you spacing

just could not say it—Frank was holding on to his wrist like a hydraulic clamp, and he

"Birthright rank!"

After a brief pause, he quickly moved to shield Hubert

when he

name's Frank Lawrence," Frank said quietly as he held on to Zorn's wrist. "Leave if you don't want to

turning toward Hubert, he said, "I won't say

"Fuck you! Who do you think you are to tell me to leave?! Don't you know

Lampon promptly grabbed his arm and reasoned earnestly. "Please calm down, Mr. Sorano! He's Birthright rank, and none of us can afford to

reached Hubert, bringing him to

at Frank as he bellowed, "Frank Lawrence, was it?! I'll remember your name! Just you wait—we have no shortage

that, he snorted and

at Frank respectfully as he spoke. "Excuse me, sir... But could

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