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.

calmly "Mr. Sorano, I'd advise you to run right now— Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not mistaken, he's on his way

elders, and his plane had already touched down a while ago. There's no

that you be careful. Frank

worry! What is he going to do, kill

well. Just don't forget to attend my wedding in

but that's not the case for Titus

rank elite showed up in little Riverton? Chaz Graves is an embarrassment to the rest

flashed her cleavage. "That bastard is just the Turnbulls' gigolo at best. He'd never

his arms around her waist, ready for round two,

was kicked wide open, and his

Lawrence...?" Hubert trailed off, suddenly

claimed, defeating even an

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