Chapter 398

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.

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