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

shouted again, turning her sights

Fleur's arrival over a hundred meters away

the drawing room, stretching his back

"Frank Lawrence, you bastard!"

snapping at Frank immediately— and who could it be

she pointed at Frank and snapped, "You've really done it now, you jinx! Did you kill Hubert Sorano and Zam Sorano?! Speak up right

snapped furiously too. "If you have a death

must be a misunderstanding. Frank isn't a

Helen was still being stubborn, Gina could choke, and

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

come under pressure, and blame was certainly a disaster none of them expected. The problems Frank brought on their heads

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