"I actually met Ms. Lane today." Dan chuckled. "I've been wondering—you're such a successful man, so why would she divorce you?"Janet's ears pricked up, while Frank was taken aback that he would ask about that.After musing to himself for a moment, Frank said, "Her family aims to be an elite dynasty in Riverton. Since I'm not of help, it's only natural she divorced me."There was nothing worth hiding about that, just as anyone interested would find out how Gina belittled him to no end."What? That family is really blind…" Dan sighed emotionally.And here he thought it was some complicated issue between him and Helen… to think that the Lanes thought so little of Frank!Beside them, Janet nodded repeatedly.Then, Dan stroked his beard and said, "Well, now that you're divorced, Mr. Lawrence, don't you think it's time to think about your future? I know several successful ladies myself, and I wouldn't mind giving an introduction if you're willing."Janet nodded repeatedly again, sm
Greg probably did not mention to Dan who the groom-to-be would be, which explained why Dan was livid yesterday.Even Frank must admit that he was impressed with the way Greg pulled the wool over everyone's eyes. Still, while most would be tricked, it was a pity for Greg that Dan was acquainted with Henry Lane and actually knew what Peter was like."If Vicky knew that Greg was introducing you, she'd probably kill you," Frank said."Shut the fuck up!" Peter snapped, pointing him in the nose. "Vicky agreed to give me a job! You're just jealous!""That's because you're supposed to be Dan Zimmer's grandson-in-law," Frank replied, shaking his head exasperatedly. "Are you?""Piece of… So what if I wasn't? I have what it takes!" Peter bellowed angrily.Frank was certainly not bothered to keep dissuading Peter since the latter was being so stubborn.He then turned, heading inside the building.Not one to be outdone, Peter hurried after him, even slipping into the private elevator before
Vicky and Peter had naturally met—it was back at Verdant Hotel, when Peter thought Vicky was a whore Frank paid for.He was certainly surprised to find out that it was actually the complete opposite… but that was all history anyway. Right now, Peter was going to start working for Vicky, though he would not mind being her manwhore either!Vicky, however, was feeling her blood boiling when she saw Peter. "Y-You're the person Greg Marsh recommended?" she asked, holding out a fraction of hope.Peter nodded repeatedly, crushing her hopes right then."Is Janet Zimmer your girlfriend?" she pressed.Peter shook his head. "Not at the moment…"Vicky frowned. "What do you mean, 'not at the moment'?""Our families met to discuss an engagement, but things weren't finalized," Peter said. "But trust me, I am the right man for the job. I will assist you with body and soul and bring the Grande Corp to new heights—"He did not notice that Vicky had clenched her knuckles. Even before he was f
Even as Peter screamed and struggled, the two security guards rolled their eyes. "Lane Holdings? Never heard of this. Now get out of here—we won't play nice if you keep causing us trouble."As the security guards took out their batons and pointed threateningly at Peter, he could only huff. "J-Just you wait!"With that, he stormed off even as he wiped the blood off his nose. Just yesterday, he was imagining himself rising to the pinnacle of his life, marrying rich and getting a serious job, and both went south in under a day. He certainly could not take this lying down!-Frank returned to Vicky's office, where she sat behind her desk, rubbing her temples repeatedly. Seeing that, Frank asked, "You really don't have to be that upset, do you?"Vicky's knuckles clenched. "How could I not?! That bastard Greg Marsh played me!""Then consider it a lesson," Frank said, consoling her.Just then, Vicky's phone rang.Seeing that it was Yara, she promptly answered, "How did it go, Ya
Yara, however, was frowning in thought. "But their target is Obadiah. Why would they do something so pointless?"Les turned toward the man, who was barely breathing. "Urgh… I think we should try to break out as soon as we can."Yara certainly wanted to do that, but they just stopped Obadiah's bleeding after he was stabbed multiple times. Moreover, they were hopelessly outnumbered—it was impossible to escape with one person so seriously injured. "That's no good," Yara said. "We don't stand a chance with Mr. Longman being that hurt. We should keep waiting for backup."Les did not agree. "Why don't you give me his pill recipe? Me and my man will then make a break for it—the recipe is vital. We can't let it fall into anyone's hands."Yara thought about it and decided that Les was right. She gingerly took out a thick book from her bag and handed it to Les, telling him somberly, "This is the key to Grande Corp's future. You have to bring it to Ms. Turnbull."Since Les was Vicky's co
However, Yara could not think of anyone in Riverton who had the influence to summon hundreds of hitmen."Of course I know you." The masked man snorted in contempt. "Is there anyone who doesn't know the governor's daughter? It's a shame you're willing to serve Vicky as her lapdog."Then, his tone changed as he continued enticingly, "Why bend over backward? Join us—once we eliminate Vicky, you'll be in charge of Grande Corp. Your influence will skyrocket, and you'll gain importance in your family."Les reasoned too, "Ms. Quill, Mr. Goldman values your abilities. Join us to prosper or die.""Bleh!" Yara spat, glaring at Les in disdain. "You think everyone else is a traitor like you? You're just Glen Turnbull's bastard. Ms. Turnbull was willing to take you in and even let you work at Grande Corp, but you repaid her kindness with spite! The way I see it, you're the one who's going to die!"Les was furious and snapped, "A nobody like you has no right to talk to me like that! Once we kil
The masked man stood out, staring at Frank just then. "You're strong, Mr. Lawrence, but there's over a hundred of us. Do you really think you can survive? Why don't you join us instead, and enjoy the spoils with us?""Who do you think you are to draw me to your cause?" Frank snorted in disdain.The masked man pursed his lips, surprised that he would be so full of himself. "In that case, die."He waved, and all the hitmen charged toward Frank right then!Frank remained fearless.With a raging bellow, he charged into their midst, directing their vigor as he moved at extreme speed.Each punch kicked up a violent gust, instantly knocking a person into the air!The masked man's heart skipped a beat as he looked on in shock.As Frank danced through his hitmen, none of them were left standing in his wake!"Don't let him reach her!" the masked man yelled in shock, finally realizing that Frank was aiming to save Yara!However, the man holding Yara could barely react when Frank kicked
However, Frank did not allow the masked man a single moment's rest and lunged forward again!"Die!" the masked man yelled as he pulled his collar, freeing his jacket and launching a rain of silver needles!Frank parried some with his machete, while using his other hand to shield his face.He knocked down most, but several struck his body.The masked man laughed pompously in turn. "That's three needles! You're dead now! No one can cure my poison—cut off your own arm and beg if you want to live!"Frank could feel a chill even as he directed his vigor, and it was a familiar sensation…It was Snowshade, which Vicky was poisoned with before.That also means the masked man had poisoned Vicky before! He must not let him free!Earnestly furious, Frank launched another slash through the air!The masked man paled in terror, never expecting Frank to keep directing his vigor even after all that! He dodged and did not pause as he shouted at Les, "Run! We're no match for him!"With those