Chapter 967
Helen asked softly, “So may I be frank with you?”
Frank did a double take but soon said quietly, “Yeah.”
“I’ve actually missed you… That’s why I wanted to stay. I didn’t want to leave you,” Helen said and shyly hid her face in his chest.
Kat’s male classmates shot him glares of jealousy, but there was nothing they could do-Frank was simply on another level. Even the car he drove was rare sight for most of them, and they would have no hope of having a beauty throw herself into their arms. Soren was especially snorting as he glared at Frank in jealousy, though he soon had an idea.
At the same time, Frank was laughing and teasing Helen. “Tut, tut… How shocking is this? Ms. Helen Lane, CEO of Lane Holdings whom every Rivertonian reveres as an ice queen, saying something like that to a bum like me. Who would ever believe that? I’m so touched… I’ve truly been blessed…”
Helen flushed up to her neck and thumped his chest with a knuckle.
She was always serious and never good when it came to speaking her mind, but she could obviously tell that Vicky Turnbull’s problem would not be so easily resolved. That was why she decided to say it after much consideration, in spite of her embarrassment.
There was something else she did not say too-that she stayed because she wanted to be by his side and face any trouble Frank ran into.
Just then, the front door of the bar was kicked open, and a short, stocky bald man strode in.
“Who the hell bullied my boys?” he barked pompously, holding a black steel club with six goons dressed in black.
They were clearly higher in the pecking order than Brody and his boys-Baldie was even a martial artist.
“T-That’s him! He hit me!” Brody pointed at Frank as he cried, his words a little muffled since he was covering his mouth because of his broken front teeth.
“Messing with me, huh? You’re dead meat!” He smiled gleefully as he followed Baldie up to Frank.
“What, so it was you?” Baldie sneered murderously at Frank, brandishing his metal club.
The mess was drawing much in the bar, and Kat had just happened to step out from backstage with her guitar.
“Master Lawrence is here too? What’s going on?” she exclaimed when she saw the thugs surrounding Frank and Helen.
Just as she was about to put aside the guitar and ask, a hand reached out and caught her by the wrist.
“Just look, Kat,” Soren said, pointing at Frank and sneering, “That man’s obviously a pig, not hesitating to chat up that pretty face as soon as he saw her, even chasing our classmates away.”
“Soren’s right. That bastard is nothing good!” The boys nearby quickly agreed.
