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!

Zorn was merely caught off guard.

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

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

"Birthright rank!"

pause, he quickly moved to shield Hubert behind

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

held on to Zorn's wrist. "Leave if

he said, "I

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

and reasoned earnestly. "Please calm down, Mr. Sorano! He's Birthright rank, and none of us can afford to mess with him!

actually reached Hubert, bringing him

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

snorted

as he spoke. "Excuse me, sir... But

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