"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
A Rolls-Royce stopped beside Frank just as he stepped outside the Turnbulls' villa.Vicky alighted, asking, "Where are you staying, Mr. Lawrence? May I offer you a ride?"Frank thought about it and sighed. "I was just planning to stay at a hotel."He did not own any house in Riverton, and he could not return to Lane Manor after his divorce with Helen."Oh…" Vicky did a double take but did not press the issue. "Then you're in luck—we have over fifty hotels in Riverton. Allow me to arrange for a suite, so I can deliver you the wonderroot when it arrives."Frank thought about it and nodded. "Sure."He got into the backseat with Vicky while Yara drove, though she stopped at the gates. "What's wrong?" Vicky asked."There's a car stopped ahead, and I don't know what for," Yara complained.Frank peered out of the car window and noticed a man weaning a suit standing by the security booth."Please inform Mr. Turnbull of my arrival. Tell him that it's Sean Wesley—my family owns a majo
Peter was not afraid at all and poised a fist as he snapped, "A good-for-nothing like you talking back to me?! I'll straighten you out for my sister's sake right now!"That was when Frank suddenly kicked him in the gut, sending him flying like a bullet."Argh!" Peter's girlfriend turned pale in panic and scrambled to his side. "Are you alright, darling?!"Nearby, Vicky was smiling coolly. Trying to lay a finger on Frank? The brat certainly was brave.That being said, she was more curious about the 'Helen' Frank mentioned."Damn you…" Peter's face contorted from the agony in his stomach—it felt like his guts would spill out!Glaring darkly at Frank, he growled, "H-How dare you hit me!"Frank remained calm and composed. "I won't press the issue for your sister's sake. But now that I've cut ties with your family, I'll kill you the next time you mess with me."Peter actually flinched from the murderous intent in Frank's eyes and swallowed all the obscenities at the tip of his ton
Frank took a taxi to Laneville in the evening and was surprised to find Gina waiting for a while at the door.Seeing him arrive, she promptly strode up to him and warned, "I take it you know what to say and what not to when you see the old man later."Frank chuckled. "You really should chase me away instead if you're that worried.""What?!" Gina glared at him, shocked that he would speak in that tone with her.Nonetheless, Frank ignored her and strode inside. After all, he had no reason to play nice with the rest of the Lane family now that he and Helen were divorced!As soon as he entered, he found Henry standing there with an apron, having cooked up a storm. "What's the occasion, sir? That's a lot of food," he said.Henry was smiling when he saw Frank and walked up to grasp his hand. "Oh, you're here, Frankie—you'll find out soon enough."As the pair sat down and made pleasant small talk, Gina stared fixedly at Frank, fearful that he would say what he should not.Helen ar
Furious, the drunkard snapped, "The lady never protested, boy. What's it to you?"Frank smirked in turn. "So what if she didn't? And you'd be dead if I didn't want to spare myself the trouble."The drunkard was left frustrated, but he also knew that he could not argue against someone like Frank and wheeled on the cabbie with a cool glare.There was no reason for the cabbie to pick up another passenger after already taking on Frank and Drunken Moon.However, it was just as he said—it was hard to make a living, and it would have been reasonable if Frank had just said no.Be that as it may, this drunkard had to provoke the two youths who were perfectly amicable, and even the cabbie could not abide with that!"I'm sorry, sir, but this isn't your home," he warned sternly. "You don't get to put the moves on a lady just because you wanted to. And if you don't like it, you can get off!"However, it seems that pride was ingrained in the drunkard's bones. Still half-drunk and seeing that
After just a couple of words, Drunken Moon hung up and told Frank about the tip, and he nodded. "It's time that we go back too. But before that…"The bellgirl was a magnet for trouble just like Frank, and who knew what would happen to her soon if she was left alone.As such, Frank decided to just deal with the root of the issue and granted her some of his powers.It went without saying that the bellgirl was absolutely thrilled, feeling the alterations in her body. "S-So this is the providence of bestowing powers?!" she exclaimed. "You're really giving me too much credit, Mr. Frankton!"Drunken Moon laughed. "Hang around long enough, and you'd know that he respects everyone, aside from those who disrespect others. But try not to tell anyone—knowing is enough."The bellgirl nodded blankly, while Frank and Drunken Moon headed downstairs, taking a taxi to return to the homestay cottage.They were talking when the cabbie suddenly asked, "Excuse me, can I take on another passenger? Y
As she spoke, Drunken Moon shoved Frank back into the room, staring blankly at his face for a moment.Truly, with good deeds came goodies—she had been a dutiful priestess, and the heavens thus responded.And now, they delivered a pretty boy for her enjoyment!"I shall now partake, handsome!" she purred and went to work…-Frank woke up early the next morning, buying breakfast outside before returning to the room and finding Drunken Moon awake.She lay sprawled on the bed, rubbing her hips and frowning. "I heard from Alda that the ladies who had a taste were sore the next day."I was skeptical, but now I believe it. You're really too strong, you bully!"Frank chuckled. "Well, not all of them. At least Sylvie was fine!""What?!" Drunken Moon blanched.She would not mind losing to the likes of Jada, since they were more or less action women, and it made sense.But Sylvie was a normal woman! How did she get such good hips?Reading Drunken Moon's mind, Frank chuckled. "In the en
As Frank nodded in understanding, the youth continued, "I just happened to be in the neighborhood and was going to visit the white-clad geezer, but I didn't expect him to be dead."Still, I found out after investigation that he deserved it, so I came to you with the intention to have a spar. I even told them beforehand that I came for revenge, since I was worried you wouldn't go all out."It's just a shame that I was so weak that I wouldn't even last a second."Frank smiled, shaking his head. "That's not all there is to it. You're the first to realize the gap between us—people like you who know their own limits are that rare."The youth chuckled. "Well, I have a question—with your regeneration, and in cases where you're decapitated, would your body regenerate out of your head, or would your head regenerate out of your body?"And if it was cut in half, would one half be abandoned while the other heals?"That was a question that the youth had withheld for a long while. From the ver
"Revenge?" Frank was puzzled, though Drunken Moon had no idea why he would be. "What's so weird about that? With the long list of enemies you have, someone would definitely come for you!"Frank laughed. "No, you misunderstand. I'm not puzzled as to why people would hate me—sure, I'm always vanquishing evil, but I would always make sure they die. Why would anyone want to avenge them?""Hehe!" Drunken Moon giggled—so that was what Frank actually worried about?Still, it made sense, as Frank's ability could match the gods', and there really were not that many who could escape his clutches!"In that case, we should get this out of the way," she then said. "Let's go deal with those third-rates now."Drunken Moon smiled wryly, but she followed Frank downstairs to find a hunched youth waiting.The youth seemed not to care that much about his grudge, even studying Frank's frame with interest. "Amazing… Simply amazing! That physique of yours is quite the rarity!" "The legs of a crane,
The demisage did a double take before laughing silly while looking at Frank like he was stupid.After all, Frank could have destroyed him without a scratch. It was only natural the demisage was shocked that Frank was such an idiot he would challenge his ward instead!"Did you know who taught me that ward?" The demisage gloated. "It was my mentor—a man more powerful than you'd ever be!"Let me put it to you this way—this ward would consume even a tank! That said, you don't have to worry about your girl. She's quite a looker, if nothing else!"Frank smirked. "Did you know that if you want to win a lady over, you must conquer her with sheer power? Schemers like you aren't at all attractive to them!"With those words, he spread his arms, feeling the strange energy surging around him.The demisage was right that his mentor was powerful, and this ward was new to Frank. He would not even shy from saying that every opponent he ever faced might not beat this ward either, and one could t
The demisage smiled ever so subtly and said, "It's never a good idea to prowl the streets alone. It'd be terrible if someone blindsides you."Frank nodded. "You're right, one must never do that—who knows what wickedness they'd run into."Both men shared a smile with each having their own thoughts, while their car soon arrived outside an abandoned school.As they alighted, the demisage led Frank up to the top floor and drew a strange ward on the floor.The demisage then pointed at its center. "There, in the middle!"Frank nodded and was about to step inside before abruptly stopping. "That's how the others got killed, huh?"The demisage did a double take but quickly said, "You're so funny, kid!"Frank smirked. "Oh, but I'm not. Do you think I'm inexperienced like the rest? I'd disintegrate as soon as I stepped into the ward—or am I wrong?"While the demisage was caught by surprise and could not manage a word, Frank chuckled. "Curious how I found out, aren't you? To be honest, I d
While Drunken Moon was determined to not let Frank slip through her fingers, she was still embarrassed since this was her first time.She blushed even harder at Frank's words and shouted in the direction of the door, "Hold on!"Then, speeding into the bathroom to get changed and running out, Frank opened the door to see the bellgirl with a shaman standing beside her.Or a demisage, to be precise!He was shaved bald and had a brand over his forehead, but he was holding a Ouija board and sported a goatee, looking just like the charlatans on TV.If the demisage had not pointed out precisely which room was haunted, the bellgirl would not have let him in at all!"Greetings!"The demisage nodded at Frank and Drunken Moon before turning toward the bathroom.Then, turning back towards Frank approvingly, he said, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the one who destroyed the creature that was inside?"Frank nodded. "You have a good eye, but do tell—how did you know this was the room?""That's
Frank and Drunken Moon headed to the suite, though it was anything but—there was simply more effort put into the interior design.Drunken Moon pointed at the bathroom. "I guess you felt it even before we came in?"Frank smiled and nodded—he could sense the bundle of energy lingering in the bathroom, a paranormal element as the layman would put it."What, am I in charge of ghostbusting now?" he joked.Drunken Moon sat on bed, crossing her legs, and shrugged. "Don't worry. You will be rewarded—just hurry!"Frank nodded and opened the bathroom to find a bundle of black hair on the floor.The hair was squirming like the tentacles of an octopus and reaching outward but could not leave the bathroom for some reason.Frank knocked on the door and realized that it had been infused with some sort of special energy, confining the black hair inside."Sorry, but you're being evicted!"Levitating the black hair with just a thought, Frank had it explode with a pop.Then, ensuring that the e