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!

that Zorn was merely caught off guard. "Kill them! Kill

was not moving at all, and Hubert thought he did not hear him as

not say it—Frank was holding on to his wrist like a hydraulic clamp, and he was unable to move at

"Birthright rank!"

pause, he quickly moved to shield

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

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

said, "I

do you think you are to tell me to leave?! Don't you know who I

none of

reached Hubert,

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

snorted

at Frank respectfully as he

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