Chapter 819

Frida was well aware that Frank's abilities were more than what she or Yonca's bodyguards could handle.

If they really upset Frank here, they would definitely pay for it.

As such, Frida pleaded, "Please, Mr. Lawrence—this isn't really up to us. I've done my best, but…"

"That's your best?!" Frank bellowed furiously, pointing at a pale Yonca.

"Alright!" Kat cheered from upstairs, clearly having been watching throughout. "Beat up that stupid hag already!"

"Who are you calling hag, you little bitch?!" Yonca screamed like a fishwife, standing akimbo

Kat had certainly struck her nerve, since she despised anyone who mocked her appearance.

"Everyone, calm down!" Frida shouted.

Still, she knew that they would not be coming to an agreement with Frank now—it was clear he's not giving up.

And if they let things deteriorate, he really might storm Turnbull House and make a complete mess of things.

"Here!" Frida strode between Frank and Yonca, whipping out an envelope. "This is an invitati