Tigris nodded as he started the ignition. "You're right. We have all the money and people we need—even the Jarics might be no match for us."-Back in the mansion, Donnie helped the youth to his feet. "Are you alright?""I'm fine… I think I just sprained my hip!" the youth said and looked at Donnie. "Mr. Ingram, I'm sure that your daughter's illness will be cured with the doctor I brought. You have no reason to worry."Donnie smiled wistfully. "It's been a while, so I really wouldn't hold out much hope, but I'm grateful for your help."After some small talk, Donnie had a servant escort the youth out.He turned and noticed the cameras overhead at the corner…-Meanwhile, as the youth got in his car, he grumpily punched the empty seat beside him."Damn it! I've never been humiliated like that before!"He huffed and turned toward his chauffeur. "Do you know who Jason Chand is?!""I think he's the head of a security firm," the chauffeur replied. "Our company has a contract with
Jason then smirked. "But even if they're afraid of Tony Stilton, I'm not! Mr. Frankton, rest assured that we're not budging no matter how they try to shake us down! That will give them a scare!"Frank smiled but said nothing, as he knew that Jason was trying to ease his mind.However, that only encouraged his idea to ask Vicky to help…Nonetheless, Jason's phone rang again, and he whipped it out grumpily. "It's barely been a day, and there's already so much to deal with…"Still, he answered it right away, seeing that it was Donnie."Mr. Chand?" Donnie asked. "Allow me to apologize to your friend over what happened earlier, but could you send him over again? My daughter's condition is only exacerbating. If you feel no sympathy for me, at least feel for her—let's try to be reasonable!"Jason was about to refuse but soon saw Frank shaking his head.He had been annoyed that Donnie chased him out for no reason, but he was right about being reasonable and his daughter's health.Moreo
"Ahh… Mmm…"Soon, Donnie heard something strange from inside the bedroom.Was that his daughter… moaning?!"Shit! What does he think he's doing to my daughter?!"Donnie was incensed, but just as he was about to charge inside, Tigris held him firmly in place."Let go, or I'll kill you!" Donnie snarled."Calm down, Mr. Ingram!" Tigris cried nonetheless. "Just think about it for a second—wasn't your daughter in a vegetative state? Even if Mr. Frankton is a pervert, your daughter shouldn't be making a sound!"Donnie calmed down right then—Tigris was right!Forget making a sound. His daughter Alda was basically losing her vitals!And then this happened… Did this mean his daughter was saved?Still, as the door remained closed, that meant they still had to wait.Since Donnie was idling anyway, he tried to pry more information from Tigris. "Kid, do you know more about Mr. Frankton?""Oh, he's amazing!" Tigris exclaimed. "He's not just a healer either—he might even be better at figh
Frank shook his head. "No. Why?"Donnie nodded. "Well, since you're free, you can get a marriage certificate with my daughter at the registration office!" "What?!"Donnie's sudden bombshell left Frank, Tigris, and Alda all totally confused, but Donnie simply smiled, "You may not be aware, Mr. Frankton, but I've announced publicly that anyone who saves my daughter will have her hand in marriage! And a gentleman's only as good as his word, don't you agree?"Tigris realized with a start and quickly turned to Alda. "Greetings, Mrs. Frankton!"Alda's cheeks flushed in turn—even if the man more or less suited her, could she not at least have the time to prepare herself?Still, Frank then turned toward Tigris. "By the way, what's that problem at the company that Jason was talking about?"Tigris was certainly sharp and came to his senses right then. "Someone named Tony Stilton was demanding that the boss bring you to his house to kneel and apologize…""What?!"Donnie was incensed at
It was soon apparent that Tony had failed to read to the room and misunderstood that Donnie was on his side.However, Donnie only cast him a cool glance and growled, "Kneel.""Eh?"Tony did a double take but soon presumed that Donnie was talking to Frank. He snapped, "He's talking to you, gigolo! Mr. Ingram just told you to kneel—what are you spacing out for?!""No, I'm telling you to kneel!" Donnie suddenly barked, glaring Tony straight in the eye.Tony was left shivering down his spine. "Did I hear you right, Mr. Ingram?""Yes, you did. How dare you attack the man who saved my daughter! It seems that you have some sort of death wish!""The man who saved your daughter…?"Tony almost blurted out that Donnie's daughter was on her deathbed, only to look up and see Alda standing there, staring daggers at him!How was that possible?!The doctor he had brought in was an accomplished specialist, but even he could not do anything!And this gigolo had somehow managed just that?!St
Tigris was naturally stunned—so this was the generosity of heiresses these days, giving away company like presents!While Tigris was left unsure what to say, Donnie spoke up, saying, "Alright, let's save the chit-chat for later. Let's eat!"As they took their seats, Donnie brought out a bottle of red wine, opening it while commenting, "It's a joyous day, so let's all have a taste of this Domaine de la Romanee-Conti!""Why?" Tigris was puzzled. "Don't they always say the '82 Lafite is the best?"Frank was not sure if he should laugh and cry, and Donnie chuckled. "I can see from Mr. Frankton's reaction that he understands. Perhaps you should hear it from him.""The Romanee is way more valuable." Frank nodded, but he soon added, "Though I can't say I love wine all that much. Do you have spirits around here?""Of course!" Donnie then brought out a bottle of rum."Here, I'll pour it for you!"Alda took the bottle, pouring a glass for Frank while saying, "Why not red wine? Spirits ar
Alda quickly reasoned, "Each has its merits."Frank remained silent and waited until the servants were done cleaning Alda's room.Then, putting a mattress on the floor, he lay down and called Linda Yates, who purred from the other end, "Oh, where have you been, Mr. Frankton? I missed you so much!""I'm out on an errand and won't be going back soon. By the way, do you still remember what we agreed on?""Oh, I certainly do!" Linda giggled but said nothing else.Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you don't know a thing."Linda giggled even louder at that. "Sorry for tricking you, Mr. Frankton, but I have no idea even though I've worked here since the beginning. There's no way a mere employee would know their boss' life story, don't you think?""Fair enough." Frank was unsure if he should laugh and cry and hung up right then instead of snapping at Linda.He had certainly sacrificed plenty to make Linda talk, only for the whole thing to turn out to be a sham in the first place.
Startled by Frank, Alda cringed into a corner by instinct.But then she remembered that he had saved her life and put her shyness aside as she inched forward.The closer she was, the more tense her nerves were… as if the air around him was therapeutic!"So warm!" she murmured as she pressed herself in Frank's arms and breathed a long sigh of relief.She had been an overbearing girlboss for a handful of years, but now, she thought that it was fine being a delicate lover too.Frank then repeated, "Let's go to the tomb tomorrow.""I-I'll pass!" Alda exclaimed, worried that something would happen to Frank."What was that?"Frank lowered his gaze at her with a smile.Alda quickly looked away, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "D-Don't look at me like that!" She huffed, her voice almost inaudible."Sure thing." Frank chuckled.Feeling an irresistible itch just then, he lifted her chin and gave her a quick peck on those lips that were turning redder since she woke up. "S-Stop