Janet was speechless and turned to check the time. "Well, since you're here, Mr. Lawrence, I think it's alright for me to leave. I still have something to attend to."Frank nodded but soon stopped her as he remembered something else. "Hold on, Ms. Zimmer.""Yes?"Frank took out the box of ointment. "If you can make time, I'd like you to deliver this.""Deliver? Where to?" Janet asked as she took the box. "I'll do it first thing tomorrow morning.""Lane Manor," Frank replied. "It's an ointment to remove scars—it's for Helen's face.""Why won't you deliver it yourself?" Janet asked, looking at him hesitantly.Helen was his ex-wife, so would it not be more appropriate if he did it?Frank scratched his head. "Things are hostile between me and the Lanes, and Helen's mother thinks that I'm incompetent. But I was thinking they would believe you if you were the one who brought it to her.""I see," Janet said in realization. "So I don't have to tell them that it's yours?"Frank nodded
Frank said flatly, "You were poisoned. Yara called me over to help."Vicky's heart raced in fear as she remembered what happened, and quickly asked, "Where's Yara?""She left, saying there's something urgent back home. She asked me to stay and take care of you."Vicky clenched her jaw. "That girl, I swear…"They were fortunate it was Frank who stayed. What would happen if Yara left her with another man, while she was still unconscious?!Turning back toward Frank with a charming smile, she said, "You didn't do anything to me, did you?""No," Frank replied, shaking his head. "You worry too much.""Hey now—I'm glad you stayed to take care of me," Vicky grinned, playfully sliding her pajamas off her shoulder. "I wouldn't mind if you really want it…"Frank rubbed his nose. "The more you do that, the less interested I'd be.""Honestly… Get out of here," Vicky snorted, pursing her lips—she had just made the vibe in the room a little playful, and he ruined it right then there.Romanc
Vicky was going to take off Frank's shirt when he caught her, leaving her staring at him in wide-eye confusion."Are you done?" Frank asked, frowning.Vicky gingerly got up. "Really. There's no getting one over you, is there?"Frank was speechless. "Do you really have to?""It's your fault for being such an extraordinary man." Vicky smiled, shrugging.Frank stared at her. "Your fiance's far better than me."Vicky scowled at those words. "Don't mention him—I'd rather die than marry into the Lionheart family."Frank was actually confused. "Why? Don't women like you prefer rich heirs like him?"That was why Helen divorced him too—because he was not a rich kid like Sean Wesley.Vicky wheeled on him right then, her eyes flashing in determination. "Am I that type of woman to you? Then let me give it to you straight—I have no intention of becoming some trophy wife in the Lionheart family. I, Vicky Turnbull, can do what you men do as well!"Understanding that she was no doormat down
Janet would never dare to forget the task Frank asked of her yesterday.Arriving at the gates, she told a servant that she was from Flora Hall and was led to the drawing room without delay."Please wait here for a moment, Ms. Zimmer," the servant said politely. "I'll inform Mr. Lane right away.""Yes, thank you." Janet nodded repeatedly.Soon, Henry came downstairs with his walking stick and Gina and Peter in tow."Slow down," Gina said, her attitude and tone more tolerant toward Henry.She was spirited and in a good mood after the date with Greg, though she would have rather stayed in bed. However, she did not dare to drag her feet when she heard that Dan Zimmer's granddaughter had come, even waking Peter before going downstairs with Henry.Janet promptly rose to her feet when she saw them. "Hello, Mr. Lane. I'm Janet Zimmer from Flora Hall.""Oh, Janet. Please sit—make yourself at home," Henry smiled.Janet nodded, and turned toward the other two while Henry introduced, "Thi
Janet flinched, surprised by Gina's sudden outburst and wondering what Frank had ever done to the woman.Gina's face was contorted with rage, but she quickly smiled after her outburst when she realized Janet was still there. "Sorry, Ms. Zimmer," she apologized. "I didn't mean to shout. You probably wouldn't know, but Frank Lawrence was my daughter's ex-husband, and he's been freeloading off our family for three years. He's a lowlife, bringing nothing to the family while Helen paid for everything."Janet raised a brow but nodded. "Don't worry, Mrs. Lane. I promise not to tell him."At the same time, she thought to herself that Frank definitely showed foresight, telling her not to tell the Lanes that he was the one who made the ointment. Otherwise, Gina would have thrown it away.Henry cleared his throat just then and shot Gina a glare. "Frank is not as bad as you make him out to be.""That's enough—you really should stop defending him now." Gina rolled her eyes. "Was what I said
Henry shrugged. "Of course I'm worried, but he needs to show some worth. I'd feel dignified if Peter is even half the man Frank is."Peter snapped in annoyance, "Is that what you think, Grandpa? That I'm lacking so much compared to Frank Lawrence?!""You've really gone senile." Gina snorted grumpily. "It's that man's fault Helen's face got disfigured."Henry frowned. "How could you blame Frank? Moreover, it was him who asked Flora Hall to make an ointment for Helen.""Haha!" Gina laughed out loud. "Whatever goes on in that head of yours, really? Does Frank Lawrence have any say in Flora Hall?""Then how did Dan Zimmer know that Helen was hurt?" Henry shot back, already convinced that it was Frank. "Did you tell him?"Gina folded her arms before her chest and sneered. "Greg Marsh called Dan himself. That's why Dan agreed to help."Henry replied, "Who the hell is Greg Marsh?""My former classmate," Gina said smugly. "He owns a company, and he's a partner of Riverton's commerce gu
A smile appeared on Helen's face as she immediately recovered her previous confidence."You're even more beautiful than before." Peter could not help praising her."That's my daughter for you," Gina bragged proudly. "She's a natural beauty, unlike that whore Vicky."Gregy nodded repeatedly beside her. "Of course. You were the most beautiful girl back in our school, so Helen would definitely not fall short."He was certainly impressed by Dan's miraculous medicine, just as he was stunned by Helen's beauty.Such a shame that he was not younger… but there was no rule dictating that old men could not date young!While Helen was still busy admiring herself, Gina nudged her. "Thank Mr. Marsh already, Helen. There's no telling how long it would take for you to recover if he didn't speak to Dan Zimmer on your behalf."Helen bowed in gratitude right then. "Thank you, Mr. Marsh…""Oh, it's no big deal," Greg quickly helped her up. "Why don't we have dinner together tonight? I'll book a pr
Frank cleared his throat. "I'm coming downstairs. I have no ties with Helen now, but I have an obligation to protect you as your bodyguard.""Stubborn, aren't you?" Vicky growled through her teeth.Frank soon arrived downstairs, where Vicky and Yara had been waiting for a while.After they got into the car, Vicky smiled and asked, "Do you think Helen would come?"Frank did the math.Helen would have received his ointment yesterday, so her face would have recovered by now."Yeah," he said.Soon, they arrived at a construction site in West City, which was decorated grandly with a red carpet spread over the ground.Many bigwigs were there to partake in the festivities, breathing life to the otherwise barren grounds.Once Vicky parked her car, she glanced at Frank through the rearview mirror. "I'll be socializing with some bigwigs. Are you coming with me?""I'll pass—I hate small talk. Bring Yara with you, but call me if anything comes up."Vicky nodded. "Alright. Feel free to t
Frank snorted. "Alright, I'm hanging up. I'm getting started over here soon.""Yeah. Good luck," Jouri replied.Hanging up, Frank looked up at the waterfall overhead, and then at Skyler, who was standing beside him. "So? Is it time yet?""Almost… Now!" Skyler's eyes were glowing even as she stared at her watch."Alright."Frank looked up just as the skies abruptly darkened. "Ah, there it is—the eclipse."The sun seemed to disappear, and the world was suddenly shrouded in darknesses.And beside him, a stone door imbued with the power of the spiritron vein also rumbled as it parted."Got it!" Frank rushed inside without another word as soon as he saw it."Hmph. I'm surprised that you could reach this place." A cold, wrathful voice resounded inside even before Frank got a hold of his surroundings.Looking up, Frank found a youth in a black cossack and sporting grey-white hair, standing upon a cliff as he looked down on him.Frank chuckled. "Hehe. Like I said, I've come to kill
Frank narrowed his eyes. "Is that so?'Crane shrugged. "I don't mind giving it to you straight—members of Torrent are actually… Ahem. A part of Torrent himself."Frank paused. "What's that supposed to mean?""You don't get it, do you?" Crane grinned. "Then let me put it to you this way—every member is a clone of Torrent.""A clone?" Frank gasped in realization."Yes," Crane nodded. "That's why I believe that challenging Crane is just suicide. You have no idea how powerful he is—only death awaits you down that path."Frank smirked. "Oh, but I don't think so."Crane rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever—now listen closely. You will find Torrent in the Mystic Trail, but you would only find that place when the sun and moon coincide, and the entrance is beneath the waterfall south of Horton."As he finished, he snorted coldly. "I have no idea if you can actually do it, but I'm hoping you do kill him… Heh. I'm getting tired of being stuck under his control for so long."Then, waving off
Frank abruptly turned, immediately noticing one of the Cranes crouching, ready to spring forward and blindside him."Got you!" He laughed."Hah! You fell for it!"Just as Frank swung a punch to pulverize that Crane, he suddenly burst into pus that splashed at Frank's face."Damn it!" Frank took a step back, surprised that the clone's presence was identical to the real Crane, and a trap on top of that!"Die!"The Cranes around him each whipped out a dagger, all of them stabbing at Frank at the same time."Get off!" Frank bellowed, unleashing a shockwave that sent all the Cranes flying across all directions."Frank! Above you!" Skyler suddenly shrieked."Yes! I'm right here!" A strange laughter sounded above Frank just as he wiped the pus off his face.Crane was suddenly directly above him, launching an aerial kick straight at Frank's head, and Frank had no time to dodge!"Die!" Crane's smile curled into a twisted angle as he saw that too.He was very confident with this kick
"Disgusting…" Skyler murmured through her hand.Despite being skinned and scalped, the women were all still alive and singing to the music that was playing despite their anguish."Talk about a terrible fetish."Frank was scowling too—why were all the members of Torrent such sick deviants? It seemed like his plan to wipe them out was absolutely correct!"So, you killed my clone?"The lanky man on the couch slowly turned to level his bloodshot eyes at Frank.His lips were wet with bed as they curled upward into an eerie smile."Clone?" Frank narrowed his eyes."Hehe. It's a sage art."Crane shrugged as he stood up and wiped the blood off his lips. "It's only natural that you don't understand… Still, you deserve praise. If you can kill my clone, that means you're not just slightly stronger than Ghost."Naturally, the man was none other than the real Crane.Still, as Skyler studied him from a corner, even she could notice the strange twitch of his fingers, and his veins were pro
Even as Crane ran, he was looking over his shoulder, his heart pounding. "No… I won't win in a one-on-one!"No, as long as I get back to my real body… we can do this together!" He frowned, having seen how Frank sliced off the pinkies of those hood rats. It hence quickly dawned on him that Frank was not just slightly stronger than Ghost, as Torrent had put it!"Almost there!" He gasped when he saw the signboard of Pegasus Showtown in the distance. "As long as I get there and rendezvous with my real body, that brat will lose—"That was when he turned and saw that a shadow had caught up with impossible speed."What?!" Crane's eyes almost popped out in bewilderment. "What speed is that?! Are you kidding—"Even as he spotted the shadow, the shadow turned into a youth with an impassive visage.His fist outstretched, he was clearly punching toward Crane's forehead!"Argh…"Even as Crane looked on, the youth's punch slowed down by tenfold, but his fist kept closing in.Then, whe
Seeing Skyler sigh, the tattooed thug presumed that his extortion worked.He strode up, grabbing Frank's shoulder. "No one's gonna help you, boy. Pay up, or you're not leaving.""Exactly! You're not getting away!" the crowd of hood rats hollered. "Last chance."Frank's eyes were cold and fixed on Dani, however. "Are you going to intervene? If you do, you can keep that check. If you don't…""Ugh. Fuck off! I don't care!" Dani spat, her expression smug as she folded her arms before her chest. "Who do you think you are to threaten me?!""Exactly! Pay up, and you can leave!""Yeah! Ten grand, at least!""You probably don't know my boss Wyvern, but when he's here, you won't get away with just ten grand!"Even as the crowd closed in, Frank shook his head. "Well, you had your chance. Don't blame me for what happens next.""You're giving us a chance?! Hah! Who—argh!"Even before Dani could finish gloating, Frank was suddenly in front of her, grabbing her viciously by the wrist."Arg
"Five grand?! Did you hear that?! He just threw five grand!""Must be a rich kid coming here for a secret rendezvous, out of prying eyes? Those types are the easiest mark!""Fuck! And Dani got one of us… It hurts me more than losing at the races!"Frank could hear the buzz around him but ignored it as he strode past the men flanking him and headed toward the street that stank of blood."Stop!" A big tattooed man grinned sinisterly as he intercepted Frank.As his buddies encircled Frank as well, Frank snorted—it seemed that they took his reaction for a sign of weakness and thought that he could be cowed.The tattooed man rubbed his chin as he leered at Skyler's voluptuous figure, chuckling. "Look, boy. I'm short on cash, so let me take a loan. I'll pay you back some other day, how about that?"His friend laughed. "Exactly! You just gave Dani five grand, and we won't ask for more… just four, how about that?"Skyler scowled in turn and glanced worriedly at Frank beside her—was he
Frank himself had just stepped out of the nightclub when his eyes narrowed."Blood," he murmured, his nostrils twitching."Blood?"Skyler sniffed the air, puzzled. "I can't smell it.""It's from the opposite street… I smell the blood of over a dozen people.""A dozen?!" Skyler did a double take.He could identify the number of people who were killed?! That was just ridiculous!"Come on, let's take a look."Just as Frank led the way toward the source of the stench, a woman suddenly came up, catching Frank off guard and throwing herself into his arms."Hmmm?" He looked down to see that she had thick makeup, average looks, and a rather pudgy belly."Argh! He touched me!" she pointed at Frank and shrieked even before he realized what was happening."What?!" Skyler was staring at the woman too, mystified."Oh, sister! You just didn't see it!"The woman kept hollering, pointing at Frank's face. "Your boyfriend grabbed my ass! Is that how you teach him manners?!""Teach him ma
Wyvern screamed even as he clutched the stump that was his hand, screaming so shrilly one might mistake his voice as inhuman."Oh, just shut up." The lanky man glowered and launched a kick, reducing Wyvern into puddles of blood and pieces of innards, splattering all around the lobby. "Argh!!!" the devilish lady screamed as she watched the carnage unfolded."Another sound, and you'd end up just like him." The lanky man turned and frowned at her impatiently."Hngh…" The devilish lady promptly clasped a hand over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she trembled."What the hell?!"Outside, Wyvern's lackeys heard the screams and ran inside, looking for him. "Hey, where's Wyvern?!"However, the lobby was too dimly lit for them to notice the blood and guts scattered around the walls, and they only sensed that terrible stench."Hngh…" The devilish lady was too scared to speak, and tears trickled out of her eyes."Fuck!"One of the lackeys strode up and seized the lanky man