Three days soon passed after Vicky left.

In the evening, Frank, Helen, and everyone else were eating together at the dining table when the front door was kicked open.

"Where are you, Helen Lane?!" Fleur Lang stormed inside menacingly, with two noticeably burly bodyguards flanking her.

They were both over two meters tall and their faces showed some resemblance, while their muscles appeared rigid and chiseled.

They looked like two mountains just standing there, inspiring fear from their appearance alone.

"Get over here, Helen!" Fleur shouted again since no one responded.

"Madam Lang?" Helen appeared puzzled as she saw Fleur's fierce look and put down her fork and knife.

Zims stepped out just then and was

him here!" Fleur shouted again, turning her sights on Frank, who had remained at the

a hundred meters away but

drawing

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

and started snapping at Frank immediately— and who could it

wrist and pulling her behind herself, she pointed at Frank and snapped, "You've really done

men straight from the capital to our doorstep!" Fleur snapped furiously too. "If you have

be a misunderstanding. Frank isn't a murderer." Helen

and she gritted her

he been feeding you?! He killed two men! If you

had suddenly come under pressure, and blame was certainly a disaster none of them expected. The problems Frank brought on their heads would never stop,

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