Chapter 142

Frank asked coolly, "What, do you want a fight?"

Greg gulped.

He was perfectly self-aware. After that encounter at the restaurant, he knew that he was no match for Frank.

Still, he snorted.

"I won't stoop to your level," he said before turning and yelling, "Security! Security!!!"

The security guards rushed into the room at his call, and they immediately recognized Frank. "What is it, Mr. Marsh?"

Greg pointed at Frank right then. "He was starting a fight. Aren't you going to do something?"

"What? Starting a fight?" Brendan Fenton, the head of security, studied Frank right then.

He was very young and obviously not rich, and the head of security promptly barked, "Apologize to Mr. Marsh right now!"

Frank shot him a cool glare in turn. "Who do you think you are, ordering me around?"

"Shut up!" Brendan bellowed, surprised that the kid was that pompous!

He raised his baton and swung it at Frank's head—

Smack!

"Argh!"

Frank had raised his palm, slapping Brendan and sending him fl