Frank chuckled. "You're quite the cocky brat, challenging me!""No, I'd never!" Scar quickly threw his hands up, as Frank utterly terrified him.Frank, however, snorted and kicked a pebble by his foot."Argh!" Scar screamed as he dropped to the ground."What are you doing?!" Ifor turned pale right then."Don't worry." Frank shrugged. "I won't dirty my hands—he's alive, but crippled. That's the lightest punishment he could ask for now."Ifor nodded—he came from the same village as Scar, but one must always see reason, and Scar was completely wrong in this case.Frank's punishment was therefore reasonable."Well, I understand that you're strong now," Ifor said. "Don't worry. No one in our village would ever intrude on your turf. Farewell!"With that, he instructed some villagers to carry Scar away and headed back.Alda was at once surprised and delighted. "I didn't think you were that amazing…"Frank chuckled. "I'm actually even more amazing than you can imagine!""Y-You're
Scar was as humble as he could be as he asked the nurse, "I just wanted to ask… can my leg recover to the way it used to be?""No, in all likelihood." The nurse shook her head. "Your tenders were cut and several bones were reduced to powder. You might be able to walk like a normal person after you heal, but you'd expose yourself if you tried to run.""What?!"Scar was absolutely furious—that pretty boy was heinous!He was only teasing his ladies, but he had to go that far!No, he must make him pay!However, violence was not the way. With that pretty boy's strength, dozens more men would be pointless.That being said, there were plenty of other ways even if violence would not work—there was no reason to fight fire with fire.With that in mind, he picked up his phone and made a call.-At the villa around noon, Sally York entered with a bag, explaining as she walked, "How's the food? The stuff in the fridge was brought here on short notice. I hope you don't mind.""It's alrigh
While Alda was naive, Sylvie was a stark contrast as she refused to lose even in banter."What, you don't want to keep the other leg too? I'll help!" she snapped, threatening to advance on Scar.That in turn triggered an instinctive fear in him, but it soon faded as he huffed, "I admit that you're better than I think, but times have changed! Violence decides nothing—money is everything, and you'll suffer if you mess with money!"Also, look at the people around me. Do you think they can't kill you?!" With those words, Scar and Fosco shared a smile—they were acquainted, but not particularly close.However, Scar called him over because he was basically a rich playboy who goofed off. And with the Stiltons' riches, he would be rushing ahead of anyone else once he found out about such hidden riches.Fosco was no fool himself either. Knowing that his family was not the richest and that there were enemies he should not make, he had done his homework before coming.That was why he was s
"The Stiltons, was it? You're just some mediocre family, I believe. If you don't want to lose everything, get out of my sight right this instant!"Alda's tone was icy and scarier than Sylvie."You are… Ms. Ingram, yes?" Fosco frowned in turn.He knew that Donnie Ingram had a young and attractive daughter, but…He laughed. "You're kidding. Ms. Ingram is sick! Why would she look perfectly fine like you?"Alda was not sure if she should laugh or cry. "Your information is outdated—I've fully recovered now. What, do you want me to show you my ID?"Fosco was left a little bemused, since he would be really screwed if the woman before him was really Alda Ingram."Prove what?" Sylvie scoffed just then. "You shouldn't just chase away scum like him—tell your dad to destroy his family, leave him begging alms in the streets!"Alda thought about it and had to agree.Her father had once advised her not to be too kind, especially against vile people like Fosco. If anything, they must be ruthl
Fosco's attitude took a sharp turn as he hovered around Alda, pleading, "Please, Ms. Ingram. I'm innocent, I swear to god—it's those pricks! They started it!"Scar and the other thugs were left flabbergasted.After all that hollering, it turned out that the girl was really the sole heiress of the famous Ingram family?!However, Alda snorted at Fosco. "Just watch your back."As she turned to leave, Fosco certainly realized begging was pointless.He strode right up to Scar, slapping him across the face!"It's all your fault!" he bellowed. "This wouldn't have happened if not for you!"Scar was left stunned—Fosco was the one who pushed his luck! How was this his fault?!And since the Stiltons were going to get screwed over anyway, Scar stopped sucking up to Fosco right then, even snapping back at him, "Quit throwing your weight around, brat! Everyone in town knows the Ingrams, and you're screwed now that you've messed with them! No one is scared of you now, let alone me! Come and g
Alda promptly told Frank, but he was not surprised.In fact, he was not concerned at all. "If she could kidnap you and bring you here, it's natural that she's watching!"Alda nodded in understanding—both she and Sylvie were important people, and Sally must be a big deal too if she could bring them here without raising alarm bells.Still, she asked, "In that case, doesn't that mean we're all her prisoners for the rest of our lives?"Frank flicked her on the forehead. "No one's holding you prisoner when I'm around. I'm here as her partner, and I'll make her pay if she ever rubs me the wrong way!"Alda sighed in relief. That was true—with Frank's strength, who would ever dare to mess with him?"Well said!"That was when Sally appeared out of nowhere, applauding, "That's a man of destiny. Even the way he talks is different!"Even with Frank at her side, Alda could not help leaning closer to him as she was earnestly creeped out by Sally's fake smile."Calm down. The man beside you
Crash!The two vehicles collided, with the Passat being knocked sideways since the semi was quicker, rolling a few times before stopping.On the other hand, Frank and Sally dropped out on the grass beside the road, seemingly unconscious but mostly unscathed.The semi door opened, and a burly man with a metal bat strode up to them."Just following orders," he said with a sigh and swung his bat downward viciously.Dong!Suddenly, the metal bat was split in two as Frank leapt up, seizing the burly man by the throat and lifting him to the air."I-Impossible!"The burly man's eyes widened in disbelief at the scrawny youth, who had to be half his size!Even if he had great reflexes, jumping out of a moving car at that speed would hurt him from sheer momentum!And yet, Frank was not just completely unscathed, but there was not even a trace of dirt on his shirt!"Who sent you?" Frank asked, squeezing slightly.The burly man screamed as his temple vein bulged from agony, just as Sal
"Come on, have some of this too!" Sally smiled, placing a fish filet on Frank's plate. "I was so envious of the rich while I was in school, so I made sure to enjoy every delicacy I know of after I got rich too.""And guess what? I don't get sick of it no matter how much I eat. Everyone laughed at me for being poor for too long—it's so embarrassing!""You should eat what you can, whether you're rich or poor," Frank said. "It's never wrong to respect food.""Well said. Cheers!"As they toasted over a glass of special-grade Romanee-Conti, Sally sighed. "I don't know if it's a skill issue or something, but does red wine have to breathe for hours before? That's just too much time."Frank lost all patience for small talk right then and demanded, "Why did you bring me here?""Just treating you to a nice meal!" Sally replied without hesitation.As Frank glowered, she said, "Calm down! I'll tell you what you'll be doing once we eat!"Just as finished, someone knocked on the door, and a