Derek sighed—the gap between him and Frank was just too wide, and his family would not have a chance to succeed under his leadership.But that was fine.In the end, money opened doors where schemes and conspiracies would not, and Derek was convinced that his family still had a shot.-Soon, Frank returned to the safehouse, and Pat was on hand to receive him. "You really are the greatest warlord ever seen. Not only did you charge into the Costners' residence all on your own, but you also subdued the Costners and returned without a scratch.""Surely you jest, commissioner." Frank smiled. "I'm sure your people could do the same.""You're kidding. They won't measure up to you, not even by a single fraction!"Pat shook his head, his tone changing sharply and turning serious, "Mr. Frankton, let's be serious for a moment. No matter how big the Costners get, they are just one family in Shagan—it's nothing surprising if they were subdued as they are really nothing to brag about."Howeve
Monte actually kept several chunks of gold bullions in his suitcase as well, but those were not stolen—it was only the photo!Frank noticed the gold too and chuckled. "I guess you can stop looking now. Someone stole your photo."Instead, he took Monte to Dawn and asked her, "Do you recognize this man?"Dawn frowned as she studied Monte from head to toe, nodding before shaking her head. "I don't think I do, but he feels familiar…""How about my voice?" Monte asked.Dawn smiled in wry amusement. "Again, it's both familiar but also not."Frank did not give up, however, and had Monte read the script he gave earlier. "I'm Monte Petale. I have a solution that could help Mr. Frankton overcome the curse of the spiritron vein and leave Shagan!"Dawn appeared to be jolted by those words, and her eyes rolled up as she passed out.Frank leapt up to catch her and carried Dawn to the couch while telling Monte to make her some tea.As Monte left, Frank said, "You can stop pretending now. He'
"Don't worry about how I found out," Frank said. "What's your twin's name?""He doesn't have one."Monte smiled, shaking his head. "My family was poor, and my twin was sent to an orphanage due to his poor health soon after we were born."My whole family thought he was dead… Hell, I didn't know he existed until he came to me when he was thirty-two, and I found myself staring at my own face, although it was scared and missing an ear."Frank frowned. "What did he want?" Monte shook his head. "No idea! He just said his family owed him, and from now on, he'd be living as me… And with that, he's disappeared, and I can't find him no matter how I try."Frank nodded.It was clear that the missing twin was the key to undoing the curse of the spiritron vein, but what role did he play? Was he really going to exploit that opening to hurt him, like Dawn had put it?Monte had proven that he had ambition, but Frank could see that he would not hurt him either… or at the very least, he did not
"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