Three days soon passed after Vicky left.
In the evening, Frank, Helen, and everyone else were eating together at the dining table when the front door was kicked open.
“Where are you, Helen Lane?!” Fleur Lang stormed inside menacingly, with two noticeably burly bodyguards flanking her.
They were both over two meters tall and their faces showed some resemblance, while their muscles appeared rigid and chiseled.
They looked like two mountains just standing there, inspiring fear from their appearance alone.
“Get over here, Helen!” Fleur shouted again since no one responded.
“Madam Lang?” Helen appeared puzzled as she saw Fleur’s fierce look and put down her fork and knife.
Carol Zims stepped out just then and was startled by the intimidating scene.
“Where’s Frank Lawrence?! Bring him here!” Fleur shouted again, turning her sights on Frank, who had remained at the table.
Frank noticed Fleur’s arrival over a hundred meters away but took no notice.
He finished his food and took his time heading to the drawing room, stretching his back as he asked, “You asked for me?”
“Frank Lawrence, you bastard!”
Another woman strode out from behind the burly guards and started snapping at Frank immediately—and who could it be other than Gina Zonda?
Grabbing Helen by the wrist and pulling her behind herself, she pointed at Frank and snapped, “You’ve really done it now, you jinx! Did you kill Hubert Sorano and Zam Sorano?! Speak up right now!”
“The Soranos sent their men straight from the capital to our doorstep!” Fleur snapped furiously too. “If you have a death wish, don’t drag us with you!”
“Madam Lang, Mom—there must be a misunderstanding. Frank isn’t a murderer.” Helen leapt to Frank’s defense right then.
Seeing that Helen was still being stubborn, Gina could choke, and she gritted her teeth as her face contorted in rage.
Her face darkening, she bellowed at her own daughter, “What the hell has he been feeding you?! He killed two men! If you keep protecting him like this, he’ll eventually lead us to our deaths!”
The Soranos had suddenly come under pressure, and blame was certainly a disaster none of them expected. The problems Frank brought on their heads would never stop, and someday, it would end with their collective doom.
“You’d better come quietly, Frank Lawrence!” A young woman showed up just then as well, but her face was bandaged so heavily that no one present recognized her.
“Who are you?” Helen asked hesitantly.
“I’m Luna, damn it!” the bandaged woman snapped right then.
