Pow!
“Argh!”
Deedum screamed as his bones cracked audibly and his arms dangled limply at his sides.
“Now stay away!” Mona bellowed.
Taking a few steps back as the other women looked on in shock, she then leapt forward, launching a kick up Deedum’s chin and sending him flying too.
Deedum howled in pain as he joined Deedle, slamming heavily into the ground outside, his fate unknown.
“Huh…”
Unlike Winter, who had seen Mona fight before, Noel and Carol were both left stunned, and they were suddenly looking at Mona differently.
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Frank and the others drove for over an hour to finally arrive at Laneville in Southstream.
Even before he entered, he saw the familiar men in white—the Soranos’ bodyguard.
And to no surprise, Willy Sorano, who had fled for his life from Noel’s mansion the other night, was sitting smugly in the Laneville drawing room.
Gavin Lane was not present, though his eldest son Roth appeared most undignified as he served their beck and call, looking as undignified as a slave.
Jon Lane was reclining limply on the couch, his face thoroughly beaten up.
He had yielded, but there was a glint of defiance in his eyes.
Seeing Frank and the others enter, Willy stood up and beckoned at a man with a long beard and a dark glare. “That’s him, Mr. Zeller.”
Gus Zeller slowly stood up as he looked at the approaching Frank, asking icily, “What did the Lane family promise us? You said you’d tie up that murderer before you deliver him to us! You can’t even do that much?!”
Roth inhaled deeply just then. Bracing himself against Gus’ hostile glare, he bowed even as he said, “When all is said and done, Mr. Lawrence is still a member of our family. It’s uncivil to tie him up. Moreover, we don’t know who actually murdered Zam Sorano yet—we only brought Frank to clear the misunderstanding, not to press blame!”
“Silence!”
Seeing that Roth was still being defiant, Gus suddenly waved and unleashed a burst of pure vigor at him. It sent Roth slamming into the wall, and he coughed blood.
“Roth!” Jade cried out in anguish and promptly yelled at the servants, “Go! You heard Mr. Zeller—tie Frank Lawrence up!”
Seeing that the Lane family bodyguards were moving up, Roth bellowed, “Don’t do it!”
Even as he coughed blood, he straightened himself as he stood. “We may be a modest family in little Southstream, but the Soranos are out of line! Kill me if you want, Gus Zeller—we will not tie up a member of our family without rhyme or reason!”
