"Frank..."

Even as the men tore at Winter's clothes, her eyes lit up in excitement as she watched the door being kicked wide open.

But it was a tanned man with a mean glare, looking around in his thirties, who stood there.

There were more men behind him filing into the room, clearly having helped the man kick the door open.

"Hmph." Ivor Bearson snorted. "You scumbags couldn't wait for the rest of us?"

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Mr. Bearson!"

Sunny promptly flashed a fawning smile, at once standing at attention.

Dean let go of Winter too and moved to stand alongside Jarek like obedient children.

"It's not Frank..."

she soon realized that she always thought of Frank whenever

she getting too dependent

in front of him, grinning

girls these years really look good. I'll have

you, picking Riverton

"Hahaha..."

around him flattered him, while he

of the Turnbulls. He invited every bigwig in Riverton during our convocation! He'll show you if you lay a

the room silent, with

bigwigs? Well, I'm not from Riverton-and Riverton

worry," he assured Dean, Jarek, and Sunny, "you'll be fine as long as I'm

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