With a single swing of the machete, Frank cut Leo down.And with that, the top dog of West City had fallen.Nearby, Robin was trembling as he stared at his father's corpse, caught in utter disbelief.His father was invincible—how could he die just like that?!Still, he wheeled himself as fast as he could to escape the hellish office, only for Frank to kick him down to the floor."Please have mercy, Frank—it was a mistake! I shouldn't have messed with Helen. Please spare me! I'm a nobody—"Robin's smugness was all gone as he kowtowed repeatedly, hammering his head against the floor.He was certainly regretting his actions now—if he had known Helen was protected by an elite like Frank, he would have stayed well away from her!Frank stared downward at him, his voice cool as ice. "Too late."And with those words, Robin's head was separated from the rest of his body.-Yara arrived at Skymex Club as Vicky had requested. She even brought several elites from the governor's office t

Frank frowned—Helen had asked Vicky for help?So that was why Yara showed up! However, before he could tell her about Yara and Vicky, Helen pushed him away.He quickly caught her wrist. "There's a misunderstanding—""Save it. You can stay with Vicky Turnbull as a dog." Helen shook him off and stormed off in disgust.Gina shot him a look of disdain in turn. "I don't mind telling you that Helen called Ms. Turnbull, but she didn't care if you lived. But my daughter still found sympathy in her heart to beg Leo Grayson—you wouldn't know what killed you if not for her!"Rolling her eyes at him, she left with Sean, who was all smiles since he was the happiest person present.On the other hand, Frank was left standing there, conflicted. He was actually surprised that Helen had gone to Leo to beg for his sake—he had really been severe.However, she was already gone, leaving him alone standing on the curb in the cold night.-After a long while, Yara stepped out of Skymex Club and n

There was an urgent knock on his door just then, and Frank opened it to find a man he did not recognize.Still, his finely tailored suit made it clear he was not your average Joe, and there was a burly black-clad bodyguard behind him."Who are you?" Frank asked.Tidus did not waste his breath and asked bluntly, "Frank Lawrence? I'm Gerald Simmons' son."Frank promptly understood. "It seems your father's condition is worse than I thought."Tidus seized his collar right then. "You did something to him, didn't you?!"His father was perfectly fine despite being sick on occasion but was suddenly dying after meeting this brat! He really doubted this brat was innocent!Frank simply smiled. "Your father is plagued with multiple conditions, with his thorax being maimed during his younger days. It was always on the verge of aggravation. Also, I just need to lift my finger and he'd be dead—why go through so much trouble?"Tidus considered that for a long while before eventually growling

Peter, Gina, and Helen were actually curious about who Sean had just spotted.They looked as he headed over to the large group of people at the entrance, groveling like a humble slave.Gina paled. "W-Who on earth are those people?"Even Sean himself had to fawn over them!Helen soon narrowed her eyes.She did not recognize the rest save one—Norman Schmidt."One of them is the chief of Riverton's commerce guild," she said. "I don't know the rest."Peter looked utterly envious—when could he mingle with the bigwigs like Sean did? "Gosh," he sighed. "He's even on talking terms with the chief of Riverton's commerce guild… Amazing!""Wow!" Gina exclaimed and turned toward Helen with a serious look. "He's a special man, mingling with the likes of such bigwigs. See how far his influence extends? You have to win him over soon!"Helen was speechless. "Stop prying, Mom.""Why? You're already divorced.""Enough. Let's finish up here—I have to go back to the office soon." Helen ignored

"This feels amazing!" Gerald exclaimed as he strode up to Frank and bowed. "Mr. Lawrence, I apologize for being as short-sighted as I had been in the past. I have truly done you an insult.""It's no issue, Mr. Simmons," Frank replied evenly. "I'm simply doing my duty as a healer.""Wisdom and magnanimity—you are a shining example of your generation," Gerald laughed heartily and whipped out a debit card. "There's five million in here—consider it a little gift from yours truly."Frank shook his head. "Mr. Zimmer has covered your payment."Hearing his name mentioned, Dan flashed an awkward smile. "I'm afraid my shortcomings almost hurt Gerald. We're lucky you're with us, Mr. Lawrence!"He was suddenly thrilled—he was thinking he could emulate whatever technique Frank would use to treat Gerald, only for the man to achieve what he could not with just a pill.What sort of miracle pill was that?!It was not just him either—Kenny and Norman were getting curious as well, and their gaze a