Running over to the Veyron, Nash shielded it while yelling, "Sir, you can search what you want, but stop breaking things! Everything here is precious!" Huub saw the red-black Veyron too, his expression turning cold from sheer jealousy right then.

"Wait, that gigolo has such a nice car?! Wreck it!" he barked, not caring about Nash's pleas and waving at his bodyguards.

"Stop!"

Nash cried even as he tried to stop the bodyguards swarming and wrecking the Veyron, only to get beaten up as well. "Dad!"

Kat went mad when she saw Nash coughing blood and kicked a bodyguard out of the way as she leapt toward Huub.

However, with him being the heir to Droitner Inc, Huub's goons were martial elites.

As one of them suddenly appeared in front of Huub, he kicked Kat squarely in the stomach.

She was a vigor wielder, but she was really nothing against an Ascendant rank-the kick left her coughing blood and sent slamming into the wall, unconscious. "Frank, please answer the phone..."

Seeing what had happened to Kat, Winter promptly dialed Frank's number.

However, the response was always that the recipient was not within the coverage area whenever she tried, leaving her in despair.

"Hyah!"

she only lasted a couple of strikes before getting punched in the belly, coughing

her daughter and cowering in a corner, watching as Huub's man started to

the unconscious Kat and Mona, were all eventually

officers of Lanecorp's health and safety department never

-

Helen called Huub after losing contact with Frank. "Did you find the

riding shotgun,

Court burning

nonchalantly. "But

Vel

hostages. Don't worry as long as they're around, Frank Lawrence will hand over the Bloodcrane

"What?!"

"I told you not to hurt Winter

"I have no choice!"

all snapping at me before I could say a word, and since we're facing a crisis, I did what

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