Frank chuckled. "He's nothing special. There are plenty of people whose existence is condemnable."Alda smiled, nodding. "If you say so. I'm sure you'll wipe them out one day."Frank smiled but said nothing.-The next day, Frank and Faust met up with Zark.After shaking hands, Zark led Frank to a large mansion in the outskirts of Cronde. "I'm really surprised you came," Zark admitted. "You're really too nice."Frank chuckled. "Now that would rub me the wrong way. We had an agreement—how could I go back on my word?"Zark smiled and nodded.The trio then strode through the front hall to the back garden, where the rich and powerful were socializing.Zark was going to lead Frank straight toward them, but Frank shook his head. "Forget it. They'd start fighting if they knew I'm here, and that would be a mood killer."Understanding that Frank was humble and being there was already plenty, he nodded. He had Faust sit down with Frank in a quiet corner before heading off to socializ
Before Longram could speak, Haran answered, "What else would I say? I said he doesn't deserve his fame, and he attacked me because he couldn't hold it in."With this many people watching, Thalos could not possibly side with his son unreasonably.However, they could not just apologize to Creed either, or that would mean humiliation.As such, he suggested, "We're all martial artists, Chief White. So why don't we let the children duel and put this behind us once the dust settles?"Creed nodded, not one to suffer scorn. "How could I say no?"Soon, everyone formed a round, clearing a spot for Longram and Haran in an even fight.Frank stayed in his corner, munching on pop-corn as he watched from the distance.Faust chuckled. "I guess that's the composure of the strong. Anyone else would be craning their neck for a look."Frank smiled but said nothing—to be honest, there was nothing at all impressive about that duel, as it was no more than child's play.Pow!That was when there was
The Cumur clan famously incorporated a diverse range of style and techniques into their discipline, just like the opener Haran displayed.Naturally, it all banked on talent—even just a sliver of it would be able to realize its full potential, and Longram did not expect Haran to be a master of it!"You're just a maggot!" Haran smirked and stabbed his blades toward Longram's belly.Longram leapt out of the way once more and cast his own technique, shrouding himself in a golden radiance!Someone exclaimed, "That's the monks' famous Golden Shroud technique. So Skyhigh Sect really adopted it as the rumors claimed!""Really? Looks far more impressive than the original to me." Thalos smirked.Creed laughed. "You have no idea—when it comes to martial arts, any adaptation really wouldn't measure up to the pioneers' mastery!""Really? Can't say I agree!" Thalos said confidently.Meanwhile, Longram and Haran had traded over a dozen strikes.As Thalos had predicted, as Haran landed more
"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