Gina had received a call from Lane Holdings that Helen never returned after lunch.Since Helen also had a meeting later, she would not leave for no reason.That was why Gina tracked Helen's phone, and it was fortunate she made it in time… or Frank would have had his way with her!Frank rolled his eyes but said patiently, "It was Zeb Larkin.""Don't you dare slander Mr. Larkin!" Gina snapped at him in contempt. "Do you think he's scum like you?!"Frank frowned. "I'm just telling the truth. Believe what you want."Peter leapt up to grab his arm. "Don't even try to argue! We're taking you to the cops!""That's enough!" Helen snapped right then. "Zeb was the one who drugged me and brought me here, but Frank came to save me. Zeb would have his way for me if he didn't make it in time!"Gina gaped, but she refused to believe it. "It's alright, Helen—I'm here now, so just tell the truth. Don't worry about that bastard.""Exactly," Peter joined in. "What good is helping him anyway?"H
Frank's tone was icy. "Death."Hans nodded in understanding. "Understood sir. I'm on my way."-Meanwhile, Zeb managed to make it home.Cram could tell from the way he was panicking and the fiery-red palm print on his face that Frank had him beaten up."You kidnapped Helen?" he quickly asked. "Yeah! And I was so close!" Zeb wheezed as he slammed a fist on the table in frustration. "But that bastard Frank Lawrence had to meddle again!""Really…" Cram pointed at him in disappointment. "The worst thing you can do with this is get impatient! Now Helen is completely on his side!""So what?! We could just kill him!" Zeb snorted in disdain.Cram did a double take. "Kill Frank? And how are you going to do that?"Zeb grinned. "Hah! Dad, don't forget that Viola Salazar and I are tight. I also know that she's fought against Frank before, and nothing's better than borrowing her strength on this.""Will she help?" Cram asked, skeptical.Zeb snorted and picked up the phone from his fath
Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding.He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside.Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans.Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank—he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men!"You really have the balls to come here, Frank…""Shut up!" Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. "To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?""Your son's life," Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous.Cram frowned. "Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can't you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…""Why bother writing laws if apologies work?" Frank growled coldly. "Give up your son, and I can spare your life.""How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?" Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything."One last time," Frank
Suddenly, Frank said coolly, "Quit wasting time. You have three minutes.""I need just one." Hans shrugged."Fuck! Let's see you put your money where your mouth is!" Scarless Gorm bellowed, then shoved his foot into the ground and launched a kick at Hans face!"Amazing!" Zeb exclaimed in delight even as he felt the shockwave, never expecting his father to be able to get someone so powerful!And yet, Hans moved at the very next instant and grabbed Scarless Gorm by the ankles, his claw-like fingers clenching!"Argh!!!"Crack!Then, even as Scarless Gorm screamed, Hans punched him in the kneecaps!There was a crisp sound as Scarless Gorm dropped out of the air right then and was left clutching his right leg as he rolled all over the ground!"My leg! My leg!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs, sweating profusely as his face turned pale.The Larkins turned pale too, with Cram gaping. "T-That's impossible!He had spent twenty million just to hire Scarless Gorm… but Hans had just
Crack.With just a little squeeze, Zeb stopped screaming, his eyes wide open even as he died."No!!!" Cram screamed hysterically at the sight of his son's death, his eyes blood red as he bellowed at him, "Frank Lawrence! You will die for this! Kill him! Kill him!!!"All of Cram's men whipped out their weapons, their blades flashing blindingly as they charged at Frank.Hans was about to move, but Frank stopped him."Let me show you what it means to have power," he growled as the air around him swirled violently, his clothes flapping loudly in turn.He stepped one foot forward, and shot toward the crowd like a bullet.With a punch, four men were sent flying—there was no way to withstand the weight of a truck crashing towards them.Even before blades could reach him, Frank would shattered the edges with nothing more than a gentle flake, his pure vigor flowing around him.Screams ensued wherever he passed, leaving Hans standing there in shock."Mr. Lawrence reached Birthright aga
Winter was speechless—the women hovering around Frank were each more beautiful than the next?"Who are you to him?" she asked Helen tentatively."His wife," Helen replied bluntly."What?" Winter was stupefied."Is there a problem?" Helen asked, leveling a curious look at her.Winter shook her head repeatedly. "No… It's just that someone said the same before… So I was wondering how many wives Frank has."Helen pursed his lips, since she did not need to guess. "Was her name Vicky Turnbull?""How'd you know?"Helen smiled. "Bottomline is, she's not Frank's wife—don't be tricked. Oh, and you are…""I'm Winter Lawrence, Frank's sister.""Oh…" Helen trailed off. "That makes me your sister-in-law. Can you get him for me?"She had never heard of Frank having a sister, but she did not dwell on the issue since her last name was Lawrence too.Winter nodded. "Wait here for a moment—I'll get him."Helen entered the living room, studying the mansion.Even she had to admit that it was r
Frank was just feeling a dilemma when his phone rang.Feeling the thrill of salvation, he promptly answered the call.It was Yara Quill."Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?" she asked."Home. What's up?" Frank asked."Actually, Mrs. Turnbull asked me to contact you," Yara replied. "She wants to talk about Grande Pharma."Frank narrowed his eyes, noting immediately that Susan Redford wanted to bypass Vicky, as she told Yara to directly contact him."Where's Vicky right now?" He asked."I don't know," Yara replied awkwardly. "She left the villa early this morning and never returned. They want to talk to you since you're Grande Pharma's majority shareholder…""I see." Frank took a deep breath and said, "I'll be right there," even though he had no idea what Vicky was up to.Hanging up, he turned to tell Helen, "Sorry. I need to leave for a little something.""Does it have something to do with Vicky?" Helen asked, more or less jealous when Frank mentioned Vicky's name.Fra
Neil Turnbull bellowed, "You have no right!"Frank simply crossed his legs as he retorted nonchalantly, "Vicky's the one who gave me the shares, and she will tell me if she wants it back. You don't get to tell me what to do.""You son of a…"Neil could choke—Frank was really belittling him!Walter quickly stood up to clear the air. "It's alright, Neil. Just calm down…"Susan was frowning in turn. "Frank Lawrence, I am telling you this as Vicky's mother, and I have thought long and hard about this.""Really? Why don't you walk me through your thought process?" Frank asked bluntly."That's enough!" The black-clad man on the main seat bellowed. "I didn't come for your nonsense!"Turning toward Frank with a look of contempt, he growled, "So you're Frank Lawrence?""Yes," Frank replied, studying the man in turn. "And you are?"His abundant vigor and strong physique made it obvious that he was a martial elite. "Wilf Chandler—butler of the Chandler household," Neil announced.As