Frank then asked, "Anyone else have more to say?"There was only silence, so Frank appeared in front of the man who goaded him to destroy the building, demanding, "Will you serve?"Terrified—as any troublemaker would be when they were singled out, the man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Frankton! I promise that I will serve loyally! Swear to god!"Frank smirked, shaking his head. "Was there a point to swearing? If there is, why would the good die young, while villains live way longer?"Hell, it doesn't matter if you're willing to serve. I'll just pretend that everyone here said yes, and I'll also put it out front—if you don't behave, don't blame me for doing what I have to."As everyone was still silent, Jada snapped impatiently, "Are you all mute now?""Sir, yes sir!" everyone yelled one after another."Louder! And speak as one! What, are you starving or something?!""Sir, yes sir!!!"Everyone's voice is louder this time and synchronous.There was nothing that special about it—
The others certainly saw that Bruce was not actually being unreasonable, and Frank would have no reason to get upset even if word of this reached him.Moreover, Bruce more or less were friends with them, and having him lead was better than Jada. As such, they were all too happy to adjudicate the showdown between them.Bruce even smirked. "Ms. Turin, if you believe that they might be biased, I don't mind you bringing your own people as spectators—I'll wait.""So what if you're cheating?" Jada snapped in annoyance. "You won't beat me even if you were!"Bruce stopped talking right then and got into position."Go!"At the judge's call, both Jada and Bruce streaked forward, covering dozens of feet in the blink of an eye!The spectators were all shocked. They had naturally heard of Bruce's accomplishments and knew that he was among the best BM Group had to offer in speed and strength, so what was with Jada pulling forward so soon?!They were level for a while, but Jada was now two
Striding up to Bruce, Frank demanded bluntly, "Others might not see it, but you probably sensed that someone was helping you cheat, no?"As it turned out, Bruce had integrity and nodded. "You're right sir. I did feel it happened but chose to ignore it because I wanted to win."Frank laughed. "At least you're honest! Also, I heard what you said, and that alone proves your loyalty, which is why I'll stay my hand. However, you still deserve to be punished, or I'd have to suffer more cheaters, and I'm not sure I want that."With those words, he punched Bruce on the shoulder, sending him flying before crashing on the ground, unconscious.Others hurried to his side, and seeing that his left sleeve was gone and revealing his bruised skin, they asked tentatively, "Is he going to be alright, sir?""Don't worry. I know full well what broken bones can lead to, so I didn't really hurt him aside from superficially."As he spoke, Frank strode through the crowd, barking, "Are you going to give
"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