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!

are you?!" Hubert finally saw that Frank had seized Zorn's wrist but thought that Zorn was merely caught off guard. "Kill them! Kill every single one in this room! Leave no

not hear him as he snapped angrily, "Didn't you

not say it—Frank was holding on to his wrist like a

"Birthright rank!"

a brief pause, he

stunned when he heard Lampon. "What?! You're Birthright

held on to Zorn's wrist.

said, "I won't say it

in Hubert right then. "Fuck you! Who do you think you are to tell me to leave?!

and none of us can afford to mess with him! If he really gets upset,

reached Hubert, bringing

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

snorted and stormed

remained, staring at Frank respectfully as he spoke. "Excuse

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