Noel carefully tucked the button into her pocket, patting it. "And since you're not the manufacturer, I shall excuse myself."One could expect nothing less from her, getting into character even when she was not filming at the moment.There was a mix of sadness and disappointment on her face, and it was almost not an act the way she looked at the button—she looked just like a maiden who had just found an object of affection.And now, she appeared in a dilemma but nodded at Frank to leave Urian's office together.At the same time, Frank had a hunch that Urian would stop them when they reached the door.After all, Frank had observed that Urian was fickle, and it would take an idiot not to take an opportunity to make money.There was no way he could resist that, just as it was such a major bragging point that his factory would not even need any other publicity efforts after this.The influence of Draconia's top actress was no joke—it was very likely that he would receive orders from

"What? Five million?!" Noel exclaimed, stunned by the number.As Draconia's top actress, while she could be nitpicky when it came to her clothes' designs, it was still ridiculous that a modest manufacturer would demand five million dollars from her.While it was not that much money to her, giving it to a man like Urian left her more or less sick.And seeing that Noel was shocked, Urian quickly came clean and added seriously, "Trust me, Ms. York. You don't have much time—just take my deal, and you'd be dodging a bullet.""I…"While Noel remained hesitant about paying Urian, Frank strode up."I'll take the deal in her stead," Frank said as he whipped out a checkbook from his coat pocket, taking a pen from Urian's desk and writing five million dollars on it."Okay… Good, good."As Urian took the offered check and saw that it was no fake, his face lit up in greed."So? Can you tell us what danger awaits her?" Frank's question left Urian hesitant, but he soon made up his mind.

"Chet Jonas has been blackmailing me plenty lately."As Urian continued, his cool smile turned into a look of exasperation. "I'd have my men gut him already if he wasn't connected to the Lionhearts!""I see."Frank nodded but soon remembered something else. "And you said the button was manufactured here?""Y-Yes?'Urian did a double take, confused just then.Why were Frank and Noel not panicking after he told them about the imminent threat they faced, even staying ever so calm?Still, he urged, "Don't worry about the button now—you don't have time. Chet will soon be back with his men, and you won't make it out when they do."After all, he wanted Noel to escape and pay him the other five million dollar check! Who would he get money from if Chet captured her?That was why Urian was the most worried here."Hehe. Well, everything is clear now that we've got that fact straight."Frank turned to smile at Noel before striding up to Urian, pointing at himself with a grin. "Allow me

Frank did not play nice, seizing Urian by the collar right then and slamming him against the wall."Argh!" Urian cried out in pain as the back of this head struck the wall.Frank was sneering in turn and reached out to pull out the five million dollar check from Urian's pocket. "You really failed to understand your situation, Mr. Reno! I'm giving you one last chance. You can stay as the Lionhearts' lapdog and I will strangle you right here, or you can tell me everything you know."Urian's face contorted in heartache as he watched Frank tear the check into pieces and drop it on the floor."I… I…" Urian stammered repeatedly, still caught in a dilemma."Can't decide, huh? Well, let me help you." Frank chuckled coolly and launched a spiraling burst of pure vigor straight out of his meridian nexus.The pure vigor shot into Urian's body instantly, expanding and whirling endlessly, hitting his insides and leaving him screaming.He dropped to the floor and convulsed endlessly, his eyes

"You're wrong, Mr. Reno. I have you exactly where I want you, and…"Frank's smile broadened. "You've really spared me the trouble of searching everywhere for the saboteurs of Lanecorp's transport trucks. How convenient.""What? What the hell are you saying? You have—"Even before Urian finished, his triumphant expression turned to shock and then panic.After all, Frank just leapt out of his office so quickly that he was a blur and boldly landed into the center of the hundreds of goons."Argh!!!""Oof!""My arm! My arm!"The goons were screaming every exclamation possible as Frank changed among their ranks like a wolf among sheep.He was unstoppable, hitting the goons even before they realized what happened with ease as if on a garden stroll.He would break arms or legs without a thought, while all the goons could see was a shadow flashing before their eyes.Terrible pain would soon ensue as they looked down to find a disjointed limb or wrists that were twisted in a circle.