“Helen!” Gina yelled. “Go on! Say yes! It’s over for our family if you get cold feet!”
“Yeah, Helen!” Cindy shouted as well. “Do it!”
“Do it!” The audience urged Helen as well, and she looked around, but that familiar face was not there.
And if she said yes now, there would be no turning back.
Even Chaz was glowering at that point. “Are you deliberately embarrassing me, Helen? You’d better take the deal I’m offering, or Frank is a dead man! No, it won’t just be him—your mother, your cousin, and everyone serving the Northstream Lanes would all rest in pieces! Make up your mind… No, there’s no changing this even if you refuse!”
Chaz’s threat left Helen trembling all over, and she eventually closed her eyes and relaxed her knuckles as she gave in.
“Okay…” she said, her eyes filled with misery.
But before she could, the front doors of Graves Mansion were suddenly kicked open resoundingly!
“Argh!!!”
“What?!”
The guests turned in time to find one of the Graves’ bodyguards landing among them.
His body was used to bludgeon the doors, and he was now laying limply on the floor, spurting blood and his fate unknown.
The crowd then turned to find a towering figure slowly striding in.
“Stop this wedding! Keep your mouth shut, Helen Lane!” the figure bellowed.
Everyone turned again toward Helen and saw that she had clasped her hands over her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Frank…” she murmured.
It was certainly none other than Frank, his gait upright as he strode inside. His clothes were a mess and splattered with blood, which told everyone what he just did.
His expression was murderously solemn as he strode into the hall, having rushed there from Southstream. Then, he smiled and nodded as he saw Helen’s tearful gaze.
“Sorry,” he said. “The Graves had some bodyguards, so it cost me some time.”
“Some bodyguards…” Chaz was left standing there gaping in disbelief.
What Frank meant by ‘some bodyguards’ was a security force of three hundred strong who guarded every inch of his family’s compound. Most of them were well-trained, with over dozens being vigor wielders and several Birthright rank elites!
Chaz was convinced they were enough against Frank, but the man showed up here anyway!
Did he really beat every last one of them to reach this hall?!
“Frank Lawrence!” Gina screamed right then. “What do you think you’re doing here?!”
She was already panicking and furious to see her daughter getting cold feet and could now skin Frank where he stood!
“Hmph. Do you need to ask?” Frank laughed brazenly as the audience looked on. “I came to steal a bride!”
His thunderous voice left the entire room silenced, as everyone traded glances before glancing between Frank and Chaz.
Even as they discussed among themselves restlessly, none of them expected anyone to crash Chaz’s wedding.
It was even more shocking that the wedding crasher was this arrogant and insolent, declaring his intentions so directly!
