Seeing that Frank was being naive, Moxxi tried to reason, "Why don't you send someone to check out the meeting place? I'm telling you—those people always end up killing the people they're supposedly negotiating with."They turn the tables against anyone at any time—that's how unscrupulous they are."Naturally, she was as concerned for Frank as she was for herself."It's alright." Frank waved her off nonetheless. "I'm confident I can handle anything they throw at me… And as for you, it's up to you whether you follow me."Moxxi smiled in wry amusement—she certainly could not avoid this even if she wanted to.After all, she was now basically the go-between of Frank and BM Group. Those bastards would definitely demand her to go to the meeting place with Frank.Whatever—it was a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation anyway, so she could wing it with Frank. Dying with a man as handsome as Frank would make life worth it already.-An hour later, they boarded a yacht called D
Although slapped in their collective faces, the trio did not forget their place. As soon as Callie mentioned their names, they straightened themselves and their suits, puffing themselves up considerably.Frank was quite humble in comparison, clearly uninterested in being vain like them."My name is Lugh Frankton," he said coolly. "Since everyone knows this, I'll keep it short and blunt—I don't want peace, because conflict is my style. However, I've been strong-armed into finding a peaceful solution, and that's why I'm here to meet you."My demand is simple. Everything BM Group has now belongs to Frankton Group. In addition, there must be internal investigations on all levels, and any irregularities must be punished. If innocent, they will be conscripted into Mystic Sky Guild!""What?!"Mr. Peter, Mr. Robbie, and Mr. Michael were left trading glances.They were not fluent speakers, but they understood Frank just fine—in fact, their jaws almost dropped collectively.Peter chuckled
"And we certainly don't mind getting off the reservation to compel your compliance!"Mr. Peter and Mr. Michael were laughing themselves silly as Mr. Robbie finished.After all, they had learned their lesson following the death of fake Mary, as they used themselves as a diversion. They would make Frank understand that they were not to be trifled with and force him to get in line and pay for what he had done before. "Really?"To their surprise, however, Frank remained unflappable. "Would you believe it if I told you I'd slaughter you anyway?""Go on, try it!" Mr. Robbie gloated confidently.However, as soon as he finished, his head exploded as Frank pointed at him, splattering blood and brains on his two colleagues.Moxxi laughed even as Mr. Peter and Mr. Michael panicked.That was Lugh Frankton for you—he simply operated differently!"So, who's next?" Frank asked as he pointed at Mr. Peter, who immediately dodged out of the way.He then pointed at Mr. Michael, who was a cowar
"Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions," the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank's sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. "What's this?"Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, "Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you're no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it's therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner."Frank smiled bitterly. "Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?"Gina glowered. "This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we've been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what's good for you."Frank inhaled deeply.For
As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him. The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. "Mr. Lawrence…""What are you doing here?" Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted.Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife.""What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?""Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."Then, turning toward Trevor and gen
Frank was napping in Trevor's car when his phone rang, waking him up.Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, "Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?"Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. "Yeah."Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!"You disappoint me, Frank," she growled. "If you're upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?"Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, "Would you believe it if I told you that I didn't?""Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!" Helen demanded. "He also annulled our partnership!""Trevor's decision is his own and has nothing to do with me."Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. "You really disappoint me."Frank's voice suddenly turned cool as well. "It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the act
Pow! Pow! Pow!The air in the room cracked.Yara struck with power and determination, exchanging over a dozen blows with Frank in no time at all.The latter had no intention to hurt, however, merely doing enough to defend himself.Even if he was not in peak condition, Yara was never going to best him."Stop it, Yara," Vicky snapped from the bed just then.Yara did as she was told, though she was also giving Vicky a wounded look. "That brat…""That's enough," Vicky said flatly. "Show some manners—Mr. Lawrence is here to help me."In reality, Vicky was upset with Frank as well, since Yara's father was her mentor.However, as the heiress to her family legacy and herself a martial arts prodigy, she should stay calm at all times.Moreover, she could immediately tell that Frank's abilities were outstanding when he exchanged blows with Yara, and that he was clearly holding back. That was why she told Yara to stop—Yara would definitely lose if he went all out.Naturally, Yara woul
"Are you done staring?" Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staring fixedly at Vicky.Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky, claiming that undressing her was for treatment.Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, "I couldn't help staring just then. Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.""Haha." Vicky laughed. "Honest, aren't you?"She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike self-proclaimed gentlemen who would never admit to their actions. Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, "You can look as much as you want if you heal me.""You don't have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze," Frank said, shaking his head.Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensation just then.Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just abov