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.

out just then and was startled by the intimidating

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

arrival over a hundred

food and took his time heading to the drawing room, stretching his back as he asked, "You asked

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

guards and started snapping at Frank immediately— and who could

pointed at Frank and snapped, "You've really done it

capital to our doorstep!" Fleur snapped furiously too.

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

Gina could choke, and

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

none of them expected. The problems Frank brought on their heads would never stop, and

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