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.

then and was startled by

Fleur shouted again, turning her sights on Frank, who had remained at the

over a hundred meters

time heading to the drawing room, stretching his back as he asked, "You asked for

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

strode out from behind the burly guards and started snapping at Frank immediately— and

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

doorstep!" Fleur snapped furiously too. "If you

a misunderstanding. Frank isn't a murderer."

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

"What the hell has he been feeding you?! He killed two men! If you keep protecting him

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

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