Chapter 965
Frank recognized that some of the boys around Helen were Soren’s lapdogs, and most of them were studying Helen’s face and figure lecherously. Even sitting in the distance, Mandy Doncic was folding her arms before her chest, shooting a sideways glare of displeasure at Helen.
After all, Soren was sitting right beside her, but his eyes were glued to Helen’s long legs, her black thigh highs seemingly stealing their soul.
Frank strode up to them and bellowed coldly at the boys around Helen, “Get out!”
“Shit, who the hell are you telling us to leave?!”
“Don’t you know that our friend Soren just booked the whole place for us?!”
“What the eh?”
The boys started snapping but soon saw Frank’s face it was the man whom Hux Darman was fawning over, and he could hold himself in a fight!
Frank took Helen’s hand, frowning as he sat down beside her. “What the hell was that?”
“They’re just Kat’s classmates.” Helen smiled feebly, seeing the rage on his face. “You’re being paranoid.”
“What…” Frank could not say anything just then.
However, Helen’s beauty made her the center of attention anywhere she went. Combined with her mannerisms as a company’s executive, the boys naturally saw her as some rich woman.
Frank certainly understood how attractive a prospect she was to those youthful boys.
“Just calm down-I’m here to get along better with Kat,” Helen said quietly, leaning against him to assure him as she could see that he was really angry.
There was a glimmer of glee in her eyes too. After all, no girl would hate the one they loved getting jealous over her.
“Hmph… Kat, was it?” Frank knew it was all Kat’s fault and looked around.
However, he had yet to find them when a gang of thugs approached their table.
One of them chuckled, “Yo, that’s some pretty cheeks on your gal, bro.”
“What’s it to you?!” Frank glared at them, impatience showing on his face right then.
“That’s some attitude you have, kid.”
The gang’s leader, a thug with an overjet named Brody, sneered. “Do you know where you are?! This is Blackfive’s turf, y’know? Blackfive of South Morhen! And Blackfive’s son is our boss!”
Pausing, he took Frank’s silence for cowardice and turned to share a lecherous smile with his boys. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen a chick that hot. Why don’t you lend her to us for a bit? Don’t worry-we’ll return her and even pay you for it. How about that?”
Frank’s expression turned visibly cold, and he turned toward Helen in annoyance, “That’s why I told you to stay put-Morhen is much messier than Riverton is. What would you do if you ran into these thugs alone, and I wasn’t around, hmm?”
Helen felt guilty at his unhappy question and straightened his collar while she pouted. “Fine, I get it. I’ll always listen from now on, okay?”
It was a first that the strong and independent Helen was being such a girl, and Frank’s rising indignation vaporized right then.
“Fine, whatever.” He sighed exasperatedly. “We’re leaving once we’re done here.”
