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
With Trevor's case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.That was when Sean said with a scowl, "Don't worry. That good-for-nothing is just Vicky's gigolo, but my father actually is her grandfather's associate. I'm sure the man would understand with just a phone call."Gina finally remembered that he was there too. "Oh, Mr. Wesley! You really come through for us when it matters!"Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. "Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time."She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank—the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings' future!Sean whipped out his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the head of his household."What is it? Why are you calling this late?" James growled.Sean promptly pleaded, "Dad, could you ask George Turnbull to give my friend a project?"
After some thought, Frank took a deep breath and said, "Denying a person income is no different from murder—if you've already considered giving them the project, Ms. Turnbull, I have no cause to tell you to do otherwise."Vicky smiled at Frank as she studied him. "It seems to me that you're just not keen on pushing them too far. Linger attachment to Ms. Lane, perhaps?""If that's what you think of me…" Frank shot her a look. "Can't say anything to that.""Have you not considered taking in a new lover now that you're single, Mr. Lawrence?"Frank shook his head. "Not interested."Vicky pursed her lips—his response was somewhat a killjoy.Still, she did not press the issue.She certainly could not hurry things since Frank had just divorced Helen a couple of days ago."Well, I'm sure you're more interested in herbal treasures," she said, nonchalantly opening the box. "You can have this panacea cap…" A faint sweet aroma swirled into the air immediately, and Frank was promptly focu
It was only then that Helen noticed the camera above her, with a red bulb flickering repeatedly.Meanwhile, Vicky continued, "To be honest, I really don't want to give you the Western Project. It's therefore a shame that someone doesn't want Lane Holdings to fall apart, and I can't do anything about that—so come by Turnbull Tower in a couple of days to sign it."Helen, however, could not bring herself to celebrate despite being told she had the contract.Instead, she was snappy as she demanded, "Spying is a bad habit, Ms. Turnbull."In the security room, Vicky merely giggled. "I can find out how many times you used the ladies' room in a day if I want. I'll let it go this one time, so watch out if you badmouth me again."Beep, beep, beep—As Helen quietly hung up, Gina asked in confusion, "Who was that?""Vicky Turnbull."Gina's eyes promptly lit up. "Really? What did she say?""She told me to sign the contract at Turnbull Tower in two days," Helen replied exasperatedly. "She s
Sean said just then, "Don't bother with that bonehead, Helen—it's been a long day, and you must be tired. I've booked us a VIP room at the hotel, so why don't you and your mom get some rest?""Yeah, of course—I'm so tired." Gina promptly agreed to it and started to pull Helen along. "Let's go, dear."Helen stood still, however. "Mom, no." She knew very well what Sean wanted, but she was not ready to start a new relationship now.Gina shot Frank a look. "What do you mean, no? There's no husband waiting for you at home. Why bother?"Seeing his chance, Sean promptly pressed his advantage. "That's right, Helen. We could also chat about the agreement tonight."Though Frank appeared neutral as he stood nearby, his words were filled with anger. "Word of advice, Helen—go home."She had just divorced him a couple days ago, and he had to watch her get a room with another man already?!"Don't you mess with me, you brat!" Sean growled through his teeth as he glared at Frank.Gina was sho
The hag shook her head repeatedly. "No, this is impossible! Even if you're gifted, you wouldn't be this accomplished without giving blood and sweat!"Frank sighed. "Don't you know that Einstein revolutionized physics in his twenties? Prodigies don't simply possess extraordinary gifts—they can gain twice the success even with less effort than the average person, staying well beyond any of your reach."The hag smirked. "To be honest, I would have been willing to let you join us if not for your arrogance."At her words, the lotus she sat on turned pellucid like Frank's and started flashing in red light too.The crowd who was feeling just disappointed a second ago were once again thrilled, and the middle-aged man even dissed Frank. "And you call yourself a prodigy? You're just a bitch the way I see it—your red light only lasted that long!"The hag sighed. "Such a shame indeed!"The red light shot toward Frank as she finished but faded in an instant, and soon, the hag's lotus faded as
Frank ignored the hag and asked, "How many people do you have?""It doesn't matter," the hag growled coldly. "They're plenty enough to deal with you."Frank nodded and sat cross-legged, closing and resting his eyes while saying, "Go on. Call for them."The hag was curious. "You're only in your twenties—wherever did you get that confidence?"Frank chuckled. "You can identify a horse from a donkey by making it run, as they say."The hag would like to end him right there. But considering that this was an opportunity to train, and they were all safe with her around, she decided to play along and called for everyone.Soon, over a hundred people dressed like the hag arrived. All of them were ugly or had birth defects, which paints quite the amusing picture.A middle-aged man in shades strode up, studying Frank in interest. "Oh, quite the overachiever, aren't you? Reaching the Ascendant rank in your twenties…"Frank shot him a look and asked coolly, "How many people have you killed be
Frank yelled, "Tell me who your boss is, and I might spare your life! Otherwise, the glass shards on the door will be your doom."That certainly showed the woman that Frank was being honest, and that she misjudged men!Chuckling bitterly, she said, "I actually quite liked you, so I'd rather not speed you to your death. Know when to stop if you're really smart, kid."Frank laughed coolly. "If I was going to stop, would I have come after you or Horace at all?"Fear comes from the unknown, which is why people fear the dark and the paranormal. But when they emerge from it, they fear nothing!"The woman gaped at Frank in disbelief, surprised that someone like him existed in such a quiet corner in this world.Terrifying, yet not patient—his existence was way beyond her reach.But when it came to men like him, she was still all too happy to help him die for on reason!"Fine, I'll take you to her—just don't be disappointed in the gap of power. Try to keep your pride as you do now."Fr
"What the fuck do you want?!"It was the first time Horace had ever seen anyone do something like this.Frank was helping out of sheer conscience and clearly would not tolerate anyone who committed evils, even going all out to wipe them out.At the same time, he was also different from the rest. Cunning ploys and fancy tricks were pointless against him, and he did not care about his reputation as long as he achieved his goal.And when it came to personal ability, wit, and influence, Horace simply did not compare in any element. He was also experienced enough to see that compliance was his only chance against a character like Frank. But chance did not even mean surviving but a polite death, because Frank would not let someone like him live!Throwing up his hands, Horace exclaimed, "I-I'll tell you everything! Just kill me—don't throw me in jail, okay?!"Frank said nothing and waited until Horace confessed everything, and once he gathered sufficient information, he snapped his fi
"How did you get in here?"Before this, Horace had arranged a security detail of over a dozen men in case Frank came after him.Even if they were no match for Frank, they could at least buy time, while he would hear the commotion and flee!However, Frank simply appeared without a sound behind him, making it all the more horrific!"Simple, really."Frank smirked. "I knocked them all out quietly! But to be honest, it's your own fault for not hiring martial artists despite being so rich. It's what you deserve.""You can kill me, but what's going to happen to the girl's parents?"Horace smirked, still confident in his own advantage as he waved his phone at Frank.It was a simple gesture to tell him that he was ready to take Aisling's parents down with him.Frank simply ignored him. "The assassin you sent was quite something, to be honest. Pretty face, and that mole under her eye… She's really special."Horace lost all composure right then—that could only mean that Frank had met h
"Got it!"The woman hung up and used her other phone to call Aisling again. "Lady, you will do everything we say. To put it harshly, you're now a slave—you don't get to refuse us!""Is that so?"Just as the woman finished, the window suddenly crashed open, and someone zoomed inside!Even before she could react, she was held firmly in place by the shoulder.Seeing the handsome face and knowing it was the martial elite who took down the dozenish goons sent by the cottage, she exclaimed in shock, "H-How did you find me?""Did you think I can't find you just because you're on the move?"Frank smirked as he pointed outside. "First and foremost, finding your name is simple since I have the means to find your number and therefore personal details. Also, this vehicle is registered under your name—and with the support of the most advanced GPS systems, it'd be shocking if I couldn't find you."In fact, Frank already knew the woman would not hang around in Aisling's home and called Jouri
Other factors aside, pride matters more than anything else when a person gets rich, and Horace absolutely refused to be mocked as a coward."Don't worry about it. I have other arrangements in place," he said. He then told the middle-aged man to leave and called a mysterious number.-An hour later, Frank was speaking with the intern at his homestay cottage when her phone rang.Taking it out and seeing an unfamiliar number, she knew right away that it was from the Mount Statera's management and turned on the speakers despite her curiosity as she answered."Aisling Walls, was it? Your name has a nice ring to it!" A playful, feminine voice giggled eerily from the other end."What's it to you?" Aisling snorted in annoyance. "Mess around, and I'll call the cops on you!"The woman was not intimidated at all, even laughing icily. "Go on, but your parents will die if you do."Aisling was stunned, shaking her head as she cried, "No, that's impossible… How could you know where I live?"
The middle-aged man frowned.He knew that the intern and the chief ranger would take convincing, but they did not even care to listen. "Actually, neither of you have any control over your lives now."And with that, he turned to leave.This was a homestay, after all—a fight would only further complicate the situation, which was why he did not want to do it here.However, just because he could bear with it did not mean that Frank could. "Hold it. Don't you think you're disrespecting me by leaving so quickly?"The middle-aged man stopped and turned, seemingly interested. "And where did you get the confidence to threaten me?"Frank simply smiled.At the very next instant, the middle-aged man and his dozen goons were sent flying.Then, even before they could get up, Frank had already cut up and stamped his foot on the middle-aged man's face."W-Who the hell are you?"He had worked for Horace for a while, but someone as bothersome as Frank was the first.Even if he was stupid, he
The chief ranger sighed. "I can understand being altruistic, kid, but strength doesn't solve all problems."Frank laughed. "Are you sure I'm just good in a fight? The behavior of upper management is definitely terrible—if someone like me would simply let it slide, what would happen to the ordinary folk?"The chief ranger no longer hesitated and told the intern everything he knew.Soon, her article blew up on the internet, with netizens everywhere outraged.Management naturally could not just let it slide.Horace Gagne, the person in charge, promptly sent his people after the intern and the chief ranger, only to find that they were both in Frank's homestay cottage.As both groups convened, they reported to Horace right away despite their surprise.Horace was certainly no fool—he knew that someone was setting this scene.But so what about it? He had plenty of ways to bury his opponent.And with that, his thugs all stormed into the first floor living room to find Frank seated on