And above all, Kuno had called Eron yesterday, insisting that he wanted the Earthen Dragonheart.With his daughter's savior on one end, and her future in-laws on the other, Eron decided to sacrifice Frank since he was just a healer.He just had to throw him a bit more money, and that was that.Nonetheless, Frank sprang to his feet right then. "Mr. White, we agreed that I will be given the Earthen Dragonheart for treating your daughter. Are you reneging on that promise?"Eron frowned, his smile fading as it was clear Frank was not playing along. "Haven't I told you, Mr. Lawrence? You can have anything aside from the Earthen Dragonheart. And if you don't want items, I can pay you with money.""I don't want to waste my time with you, Mr. White," Frank said icily. "I only ask that you bring me the Earthen Dragonheart soon, and stop wasting our time."Bang!Eron slammed his palm on the table, glowering. "How could you so stubbornly demand my family's treasure? Take my money, and you'
Eron appeared utterly reluctant even as he called a servant to bring the Earthen Dragonheart.Frank checked it thoroughly as he took it.It was a herb that grew in the hostile reaches of the far west, devoid of sunlight.The stem and root bore a striking resemblance to dragons, hence the name.Naturally, Frank's apprehension eased when he confirmed that it was the herb.Eron saw the look on his face and growled coolly, "It's not rightfully yours, brat. Don't believe for a moment that you'd be able to hold on to it.""That's not up to you to worry, Mr. White. See you around." Frank thought nothing of his threat and had intention of lingering in his presence a second longer."I'll walk with you, Mr. Lawrence," Kim quickly said.As she personally escorted her outside the Creek Orchard residence, she suddenly bowed. "I'm really sorry about what happened today, Mr. Lawrence."Frank studied her and found the look of worry on her fair cheeks.He said, "It's not your fault. You don't
Frank was not surprised to see Fred arriving at Hilton Hotel in just ten minutes on his electric scooter.His eyes were scarlet, and his very presence murderous.Frank had been hinting at his girlfriend's duplicity before, and he turned against Frank for that!Naturally, today's anonymous tip drove him over the brink!His girlfriend and his boss were entering a hotel in broad daylight, and the tip even included a picture of the room number in high definition!How could Fred not get upset with this?!He strode in the hotel, intent on going straight to Room 908.Seeing his furious stride, the front desk receptionist stopped him. "Sir, are you here for a stay?""Buzz off!" Fred pushed her away and dashed up the stairs, not bothered to wait for the elevator.He was seeing red and almost losing his mind—not even the gods could stop him today, and he would catch Marian in the act!The receptionist turned pale and promptly barked into her walkie-talkie, "Security, security! We may h
Fred's eyes were blood red as he pointed at Marian and Brock, bellowing, "What do you think you're doing?!"Marian simply rolled her eyes in annoyance at him. "Can you stop already? Mr. Summer and I are just doing research, and you've just ruined all our progress.""Fuck you!" Fred bellowed. "Research? On a hotel room bed?! Do you take me for a fool?!"Marian thought nothing of her duplicity, however, even shoving Fred and shouting, "Why are you yelling at me? I've been respecting you too much, haven't I? What's the problem if Mr. Summer and I just want a little bit of fun?""So you're admitting to it?" Fred bit his lip so hard that he bled. "Don't you have a hint of dignity, Marian?!""Dignity?" Marian rolled her eyes. "What good is that? Does that put food on the table? Hell, you and that dignity of yours makes you less than two grand a month—I'm basically giving you a freebie by playing with you.""What…" Fred could have a stroke even as he stared at Marian, hardly believing t
When Marian looked up, she saw Fred leaping toward Brock and grabbing his neck!"You were my brother!" he screamed in rage. "And you're fucking my girl?! I'll kill you!""Did you just fucking touch me?!" Brock bellowed back furiously, even rearing his chin at him fearlessly. "I'm warning you—Flying Sword Sect's leader is my close friend! If you hurt me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"Fred paused.He did not know that much about Flying Sword Sect. However, he had at least heard that they were a powerful organization in Riverton, boasting innumerable apprentices.And seeing Fred pause, Brock immediately thought that he was afraid and laughed. "Haha! Why bother faking it, young man? I was just playing with your girl—no need to get upset. And aren't you going to think about your mom and sister? Especially your sister… with that pretty face of hers, I wonder what would happen if she fell into the hands of Flying Sword Sect!"Fred gritted his teeth, his arms shaking—he was ready to
Frank presumed things would have ended without a fuss when Fred caught on to Marian's duplicity, since Fred was always a wuss.He certainly did not expect him to be beaten to a pulp and regretted not following him into the hotel.And Marian's nonchalant reaction to Fred's pain only left Frank further disgusted!"Could you stoop any lower, Marian Henley?" Frank growled. "You cheated on Fred, and he caught you, but you turned on him and had him beat up?!"Brock was too busy thinking what he should do to Fred to worry about Frank. "Fuck off, boy. This isn't your fight.""It's none of your business." Marian snorted haughtily beside Brock. "If anything, you should be worried about yourself."Frank promptly leapt up and slapped Marian across the face!He would rather not lay his hands on a woman, but he really could not stand scum like Marian!"Argh!" Marian screamed, and turned miserably towards Brock. "Mr. Summer! She hit me!"Brock was already furious. Seeing that Frank was bent
Frank then passed Fred a cigarette—as a man himself, he could empathize with how Fred felt.As Fred took a deep puff, Frank scratched his head and said, "She's just one woman, and one who doesn't deserve your life. I can recommend a couple too, when there's a chance."Fred slowly turned toward him and asked, "You messaged me, didn't you?"Frank made an awkward look, but nodded. "I'm sorry… I didn't think you'd attack them.""Because I was a wuss?""That's not what I'm saying…""You don't have to say it. It's all my fault that things turned out like this between me and Marian."Fred then chuckled bitterly and asked, "Can I ask you a question?""Sure. I'll tell you anything I know," Frank replied."Why are you so eager to help my family? Whether it's me, or my sister… Do you really like her?"Frank thought about it. "No… And I could tell you the truth, if you can take it.""Why not?" Fred chuckled self-deprecatingly. "What won't I believe now? Hell, it turns out that the girl
Fred had made those handmade guns himself but never used them for years.He concealed them under his clothes and stepped out of his room.Carol was already cooking, and seeing her son, she quickly said, "Dinner's ready soon. Go set up the table.""I won't be needing dinner," Fred said, walking up to her side. "I'm leaving soon.""Leaving?" Carol was taken aback. "It's going to be dark soon.""Something came up at the office," Fred explained. "Also, if anything happens, you should call Frank Lawrence."Carol's female intuition was screaming to her right then that something bad was going to happen.Grabbing Fred by the arm, she asked, "What are you hiding from me, Fred? You know you can tell me, whatever it is.""I'm fine," Fred smiled. "You're being paranoid now, Mom. I'm going now."And with those words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in his words.After some thought, she called Frank. "Hello? Is this Mr. Lawrence?"Frank just arriv