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
Henry's miserable reaction was not lost on Frank.However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not. It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them!"No, Gramps. I think this is it," he said, and left without looking back.Henry wobbled and almost fell.Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, "It's over… It's all over… It's the end for my family…"Helen was left miffed by his words. "What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.""Hah!" Henry scoffed coldly. "That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?""Exactly," Helen replied. "He's not even worth a fart compared to Frank," Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore.Helen si
Frank chuckled. "Why would they be jealous? I'm not a fellow suitor.""That's true." Yara conceded and sighed. "But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won't get the wrong idea? Moreover, he's the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances."Being Vicky's bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets. She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed. That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts."Hmph." Frank snorted with a look of disdain. "I'm fine as long as they don't provoke me. If they do, they'll find themselves less lions than lambs."Yara gulped.That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.Either way, she had nothing to add after saying tha
Frank slid his hands in his pockets as he calmly got into the car.Vicky, however, would keep sliding peeks at him from the driver seat."Mr. Lawrence, may I ask who Peter Lane is?" she eventually asked."My ex brother-in-law." Frank admitted."Oh, I see," Vicky exclaimed in understanding. "Helen Lane."Frank nodded while she smiled. "I guess things have gotten unpleasant between you two! Would you like me to help a little?"Frank glanced at her.If Vicky really did help, she could certainly make the Lanes disappear from Riverton without a trace.However, he had no intention of going that far despite despising that family, and he more or less had to show some respect to Henry as long as he was alive."Thanks for your offer, but I can handle it myself," he replied.Vicky smiled. "Understood. Just remember that you can come to me anytime you're having trouble."-Helen arrived at the front doors of Verdant Hotel, her blue gown drawing many stares immediately.Beside her, Gin
Sean was immediately annoyed by Vicky's words. "Come on now, beautiful. Give me a little credit."He was the heir to the Wesley family, and she told him that he did not compare to a piece of trash like Frank?However, Vicky merely snorted in disdain. "Why should I?"Sean pursed his lips, his veins bulging as he clenched his knuckle. "Let me give it to you straight—that brat doesn't even have a job! Why else would Helen divorce him? What can he offer you?! He's not even that good looking."Vicky simply glanced at Frank and shrugged. "Mr. Lawrence only needs time. He just needs a month, and surpassing your family would not be out of the question.""Haha! You're really funny!" Sean laughed.Starting from nothing and beating his family in a month?! Dream on!Vicky smiled in return. "I'm not being funny. Why don't we make a bet? If Mr. Lawrence surpasses your family in a month, you'll go down on your knees and apologize." Sean narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. "What if he doe
Helen gasped as Vicky strode toward them under the crowd's escort, realizing that she was Ms. Turnbull given how the crowd behaved around her.She certainly harbored contempt for Vicky earlier and was left feeling uncomfortable about that.Not only was Vicky far more beautiful than she was, but even the former's family and connections crushed anything she had!At that moment, she understood what Vicky meant about humiliating herself.There was no way she would get that project as long as Vicky was around!At the same time, Sean was stammering, "Y-You're Ms. Turnbull?""What, does that disappoint you?" Vicky looked at him gleefully in turn. "Also, you were insulting Mr. Lawrence, weren't you?""Hmph! So what?" Sean snorted.From where he stood, Frank had nothing going for him at all. Even if he managed to seduce Vicky, he was nothing more than her plaything!In fact, if Vicky fought him over her gigolo, she would be bringing shame to the Turnbulls!As such, he was dead sure th