The old man bled from orifice as he died horribly, while Frank got in the limousine he came in.

"Drive me to Ninedell Hotel."

The chauffeur was already petrified, but he quickly turned the car and headed to Ninedell Hotel as told since he valued his life. -

In Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel, Hubert was wearing only a bathrobe as he lay sprawled on bed, enjoying Olive Perkin's massage while holding up a phone.

"You don't sound too pleased, Mr. Sorano," Chaz Graves said from the other end of the line.

"Of course I am! We just lost a golden goose, for fuck's sakes!" Hubert cursed out loud and told Chaz everything that had happened.

"What?!"

Chaz was clearly shocked and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Frank Lawrence he had in mind.

Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not

my family's Birthright rank elders, and his plane had already touched

must insist that you be

going to do, kill me?" Hubert snorted in

to attend my wedding in a couple of

you, but that's not

up in little Riverton? Chaz Graves is

Olive smiled even as she flashed her cleavage. "That bastard is just the Turnbulls' gigolo at best. He'd never compare to the third heir

his arms around her waist, ready for round two,

and his

Lawrence...?" Hubert trailed off, suddenly

bastard as horrific as Chaz claimed, defeating

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