“Damn you, Yonca. So that’s why Glen was so furious…” Zac closed his eyes in endless regret.
“Protect Mr. Turnbull!”
The Turnbull family bodyguards came to their senses just then and rushed toward Frank fearlessly.
However, Frank simply kicked his leg into the air, launching a horrific burst of pure vigor around him and sending them flying and screaming.
When Zac turned, he saw that each bodyguard was sprawled in pools of their own blood, their legs in pieces even as they screamed.
“It’s over… This is it…” He closed his eyes in despair.
“Mr. Lawrence! P-Please stop!” a voice suddenly called out.
“Eh? Frida?” Zac turned in surprise to find Frida running straight toward Frank, smartphone in hand even as she ignored the Turnbull family bodyguards laying around screaming in pain.
“No, Frida!” Zac shouted. “Tell Glen to…”
He trailed off, unable to say the words ‘avenge me’ because he realized a horrible truth.
His family would never win against Frank.
And if his brother confronted Frank unprepared, Glen would suffer the same fate he did now.
He was clenching his fist, even as he clawed on their last hope. “We need the Lionhearts… Volsung Sect…”
However, contrary to his expectations, Frida did not attack Frank—she was simply running towards Frank, phone in hand and completely defenseless.
“Frida Blue,” Frank growled coolly. “Did you forget what I just said? I won’t hold back if you insist on siding with the Turnbulls.”
“That’s not what I mean to do,” Frida cried even as she raised her phone. “I owe you, Mr. Lawrence… So please just take this call.”
“Take the call?”
Frank eyed the phone but did not reach out for it, though he soon did a double take when he heard the familiar voice laughing on the other end.
“Oh, my… Whoever upset my darling? Come now… Stop for a moment, and take deep breaths.”
Frank snatched the phone right then, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Vicky, are you being held against your will? Just speak up if you are, and I’ll—”
“Whoa, slow down for a moment…”
Vicky giggled as she always did, sounding calm and composed and clearly not under duress. “I’m not important—you are. I’d rather find out who messed with my darling, since that’s not a particularly easy task.”
Frank paused to let his rage subside before speaking quietly, “Your dear uncle Zac came to me, asking me to save your grandfather. I refused, so he threatened to take hostages from Riverton.”
“Bastard!” Vicky snapped, suddenly hyperventilating.
Frank actually heard someone else trying to calm her down right then. “Please, Ms. Turnubll. You’re an heiress from an important family, and such foul language is beneath you—”
“Beneath my ass!” Vicky snapped at whoever it was before telling Frank, “Hah! I thought I could help Uncle Zac, but now… Hah! Forget it! Can you hear me, Uncle Zac?!”
Frank held the phone at Zac, who was still sitting limply on the ground.
