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 startled by the intimidating

here!" Fleur shouted again, turning her sights on Frank, who

noticed Fleur's arrival over a hundred

finished his food and took his time heading to the drawing room,

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

started snapping at Frank immediately— and who could it

really

snapped furiously too. "If you have a

Frank isn't a murderer." Helen leapt to Frank's defense

still being stubborn, Gina could choke, and she gritted her teeth as her

her own daughter, "What the hell has he been feeding you?! He killed two men! If you keep protecting him like this,

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

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