Marit's tears were gushing audibly, and she turned toward a dumbfounded Zac in the distance, pouting. "Darling, you don't believe him, do you? Why would I be an enemy of the Turnbulls?"

"Hmm...?"

Frank was caught off guard—this was not part of the plan.

Marit turned back toward him just then, her lips parting slightly to speak in a wavelength that only Frank could hear. "That's for hooking up with that woman."

While Frank was left speechless, Zac bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! Release my wife, you bastard!"

He lunged at Frank like an angry tiger, but Frank easily sidestepped him and tripped him.

"Are you crazy?" Frank snorted in disdain as Zac landed on the floor. "Your wife's already dead. That's just an empty house, controlled by insects."

"I don't believe you!" Zac bellowed even as he scrambled to his feet and jumped at Frank again.

Marit cried miserably, playing along to

flashed with contempt

go!" Zac continued, this time going all out with his martial

him easily again and sent him flying with a kick when he tried to

right then, he snapped, "Are you

came to his senses, his temple veins bulging as he could still taste mop water. "Do

"Yeah, where's your evidence?"

we're standing, you're the South Sea

fine

at the

Vicky walked up and clapped him on the shoulder, and he took a deep breath to

Glen, he kicked Marit to the floor and lifted her hair, revealing a

now just a puppet—or, if you still doubt me, roll up her sleeves to

he limped from the distance.

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