Uno stood at over six feet tall, towering over Cliff.Despite Uno's physical advantage, Cliff was agile and could dodge Uno's jabs while he maneuvered, finding an opening to strike!However, once Uno took a punch, his expression twisted savagely.Suddenly, his footwork and punches were quicker, and he traded dozens of blows with Cliff in a second.As they kicked up dust in the factory and things seemed like it could go either way, Cliff was getting further surprised by each passing moment.Where on earth did Uno come from?! What was with this brute strength of his?!Just then, Uno swung yet another punch and Cliff dodged, finding an opening on Uno's hip!Perfect!He clenched his knuckles and launched a heavy punch…Thud.Cliff paled as he realized that Uno had caught his fist in a vice-like grip—Uno was waiting for that!"And here I thought you'd be someone impressive… But you're just a piece of shit who exploits openings." Uno snorted.He launched a jab aimed at Cliff's he
Cliff was certainly fuming—how pretentious could a man get, taking three other men at once?!Beside her, Vicky narrowed her eyes.She knew Frank well enough to tell that he would not do anything unless he had absolute confidence.Perhaps his abilities grew after acquiring the wonderroot?On the other hand, Jackie was clutching his stomach from uncontrollable laughter. "Hahaha! Ms. Turnbull… your lackeys aren't at all impressive, but they sure can boast!""You never know," Vicky retorted, having absolute faith in Frank."Hmph," Jackie snorted. "Break his legs, Uno."Uno flexed his wrist in turn. "Time to die, kid."He launched a missile-like punch at Frank's head right then!Frank did not move. He simply kept watching until Uno's fist was about to hit his face, and he suddenly raised his hand, grabbing hold of the fist while stopping Uno from moving an inch."What…"Uno's eyes bulged in disbelief. How was a scrawny brat like him that strong?!"Surprised?" Frank scoffed in tu
Jackie gulped and promptly threw his hands up when he saw the horrific glare in Vicky's eyes. "I was just joking, Ms. Turnbull. Don't take me seriously…""Joking, was it?"Vicky, however, picked up a steel pipe, adjusted her grip, and swung it at Jackie's head, drawing blood instantly!Jackie's goons started forward but stopped in fear when Frank shot them a look."Argh!!!" Jackie cried even as he clutched his head. "Alright, I'm sorry, Ms. Turnbull! I'll pay you right now—"Vicky shot him a glare of contempt. "As you should. Now wire it right now."This time, Jackie did not hesitate to bark at his secretary to transfer the money.Once Vicky received it soon enough, he wiped his sweat and asked, "We're even now, Ms. Turnbull. So, can you just go…?" "Sure, but I did say I'd make you wish you were dead."Vicky's eyes flashed murderously, and before Jackie could understand what was happening, Vicky swung the steel pipe up Jackie's crotch!"Argh!!!"A blood-curdling scream reso
Cliff asked, "Should I call in more people from the capital?"Vicky thought about it. "Nope. The Salazars are nothing as long as we have Frank around."Most importantly, she did not want to ask her uncle's side of the family to send their people. It was a sign of weakness, and she would end up being passive when she returned to the capital."Very well." Cliff nodded and turned silent.-They headed to the hospital and got Cliff the best doctor to mend his bones, while Frank got a deposit of two million dollars.After they left, Vicky asked, "Are you busy at the moment, Mr. Lawrence?"Frank shook his head. "Not particularly.""Why don't we have a drink tonight with the money we collected?" Vicky smiled. "There's a new joint called The Dynasty that just opened in West City. I have a good feeling about the place."Beside them, Yara scratched her head. "My dad's asking me to go home tonight, so I won't be joining."She could tell Vicky only wanted Frank around, so she should not
Sean was staring at Helen's fresh face, unable to repress the smugness.Did she really just try to outwit him? Laughable! He certainly thought himself a genius—all he had to do was attribute everything to his father, and none would be the wiser. After all, Helen and her family would never verify anything with his father!However, Helen was fiddling with her glass, not quite believing Sean.Gina nudged her with her elbow, snapping, "Could you give it a rest already? Mr. Wesley has helped you so many times—you'd hurt his feelings if you kept doubting him!""Yeah, I know." Helen nodded.Her mother had a point—she was out of line.Just then, her employees began gossiping."Hey, did you hear that someone took out Leo Grayson?""Yeah. West City's underbelly is now a mess," a man in glasses said."Really?" Helen quickly asked just then. "Did that really happen?"The man nodded repeatedly. "Of course. One of my friends works at Skymex."Helen and Gina both gasped and turned toward
One of the women with Helen had her fingers crossed and her eyes welling up with tears. "That's right! I'm so jealous, Ms. Lane…"Sean was smiling in turn.With the vibes and the setting, there was no reason for Helen to say no!Pressured by her employees and mother, Helen certainly found herself being washed along by the mood around her.Before she could say yes, however…"Oh, proposing at a bar? How lively!"Helen stiffened at the all-too-familiar voice and looked up to find Vicky, with Frank standing beside her.His expression was ice-cold, and Helen withdrew her hand by instinct!"Frank, no…" she started to explain, only to glance at Vicky and remember that she and Frank were divorced.What was the point of explaining? And yet, she did not want to see Frank with another woman, just as she refused to let Frank see her accept Sean's proposal.Moments they shared together replayed in her mind, and she realized she could not forget the man whom she had lived with for three
Once in the washroom, Sean made a phone call. He must chase Frank away or he would not be getting Helen tonight!"Hello? Who's this?""Zuco, it's me, Sean."The man's tone became friendly immediately, "Oh, Mr. Wesley! To what do I owe the pleasure?"Sean promptly gave him the details, and Zuco was soon patting his chest and assuring him, "Don't worry, brother. You just leave this to me.""Yeah. That's a hundred grand in your account later." Sean smiled. "Don't make me come all this way for nothing."With that, he hung up and cheerfully returned to his seat.Gina asked eagerly, "Where have you been, Mr. Wesley?""Nowhere. Just went for a bathroom break," Sean said, happily studying Frank for a moment before turning back to Helen, ignoring him. "Helen, I think that bastard is obviously here to piss you off. Let's not lose to them now—let's enjoy ourselves and ignore them."Gina nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Mr. Wesley's right. Don't get petty with them."Helen agreed too—the
Sean was naturally not going to admit that he knew Zuco. After all, he was wary about Vicky and so told Zuco that he just had to chase Vicky and Frank away, since Zuco would be destroyed if Vicky got serious.And yet, Vicky was already folding her arms before her chest fearlessly. "I'm not leaving."Zuco rolled his eyes and waved at his goons. "Take them away."They started toward Vicky, who suddenly picked up a bottle from her table and smashed it on Zuco's head!It shattered resoundingly, leaving glass shards all over the floor as Vicky snorted in disdain. "I leave when I want to. It's not up to a clown like you to tell me what to do!""B-Boss? Are you alright?!"The goons were petrified—the chick had actually smashed a bottle on Zuco's head?! She must have a death wish. "Fuck… I'll kill you!" Zuco clutched his bleeding head and glared viciously at Vicky before lunging at her with his arms outstretched.Frank moved right then, grabbing Zuco's wrist as he growled, "I don't ca