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

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

arrival over a hundred meters away but took

drawing room,

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

behind the burly guards and started snapping at Frank immediately— and who could it be

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

men straight from the capital to our doorstep!" Fleur snapped furiously too. "If you have a death wish, don't drag us

Lang, Mom—there must be a misunderstanding. Frank isn't a murderer." Helen leapt to Frank's defense right

Gina could choke, and she gritted her teeth as her face contorted in

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 eventually lead us to our

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

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