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Chapter 77
“I owe you an apology for this,” Vicky told Frank solemnly. “I hope you won’t mind it. And
whatever happens in a year, I’ll transfer all my shares of Riverton Pharma to you.”
Frank was perplexed, though he noticed the bemusement and helplessness in Vicky’s
eyes.
“You don’t seem convinced I could surpass the Lionhearts,” he said.
Vicky sighed, a look of wariness showing in her gaze. “You won’t succeed even for a
decade, let alone a year. They’re far scarier than you’d ever imagine.”
Frank smiled in silence in return.
After all, he was far scarier than she would ever imagine, too.
He got up, bidding her goodbye and started to head back to the hotel, though he sneezed
violently twice just as he stepped outside the doorway.
“Who the hell was badmouthing me?” he growled.
Meanwhile, Sean was lying quietly in a room within Riverton Hospital, his body covered in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbandages.
He had only regained consciousness after being thoroughly beaten up. He only regained
consciousness during the wee hours of the morning, feeling agony all over!
“I swear I’ll kill you, Frank Lawrence, even if it’s the last thing I do…” he cursed, as he had
done for the whole morning.
He would have ordered a hit on Frank, but that was going to be exceedingly difficult. After
all, Frank was the one who had killed West City’s former kingpin Leo Grayson.
And Leo’s successor, Scarface, absolutely revered Frank after taking over!
Still, while he was racking his brains on what he should do, someone kicked open the door
to his
room.
As Sean looked on, a group of black–clad men filed inside, and he snapped, “Who the fuck
are you people?”
None of them answered–one even strode up and slapped him across the face!
While Sean was left stunned by the sudden slap, the others had already hoisted him and
carried him
out of the room!
“W–Who are you people?!” he cried when he regained his senses. “I am the Sean Wesley-”
“shut up,” one of them bellowed with a murderous glare. “Speak again, and we’ll cut off
that tongue.”
Sean cringed in fear and promptly turned docile–the glare already made it clear that this
gang was
not messing around!
He quickly searched his memory as he tried to guess who he may have offended.
However, these men were clearly professionals and not your normal thug
Soon, Sean was taken downstairs and shoved into an MPV, which took them straight to
The Dynasty.
Sean was stunned again did Scarface want to beat him up again?!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey soon arrived at the top–floor office, and the black–clad men threw him
unceremoniously inside.
Sean was already hurt, and being thrown only left him gritting his teeth in agony.
As he pushed himself off the floor, he found Scarface right there and flinched. “W–What’s
happening here? Why were you looking for me?”
Chad shot him a glare. “I wasn’t. My boss is.”
“Your boss?”
Sean was puzzled–Leo was dead, was he not?
He then followed Chad’s gaze to find a man sitting behind the desk in the distance.
He was young and around Frank’s age, but he was muscular and bulky, clearly a martial
elite.
“Sean Wesley, was it?”
Sean nodded. “Y–Yes… May I ask who you
are?”
The man slowly got up. “The narne’s Finn Chandler, the fourth Chandler son from
Middleton.”
“M–Middleton?”
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