Chapter 980
Ghent did not really get along with Gus even though they were both retainers of the Sorano family.
However, while Ghent deferred to Gus because Gus outranked him, that did not mean that Ghent feared him.
And now that Frank had intruded into Sorano turf and caused trouble, it was a definitive slap in the face for the Soranos.
If anything, he was dead sure that Gus could not argue if he killed Frank right here and now.
With that in mind, he strode up and barked coldly into the operating room, “You have five minutes to come out and apologize, Frank Lawrence, or I’ll kill you in the name of the Sorano family!”
“Hmph.”
Frank could certainly hear him but merely leveled a brief glance of disdain at Ghent before returning to work.
Nash stirred just then, looking around in confusion but soon saw Frank.
He was immediately apologetic. “I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I failed to do what you’ve asked me to.
Frank frowned, withholding his age as he asked, “What the hell happened? Who did this to you?!”
“It’s… Oh…” Nash sighed, and told him everything that happened at Sorano Estate.
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In the afternoon, Nash Yego had driven to the Soranos’ grand estate with the pills Frank passed him.
Approaching one of the bodyguards at the gates, he smiled politely and asked, “Excuse me, could you please ask for Mr. Gus Zeller? Please tell him that Mr. Lawrence’s medicine is being delivered.”
“What?”
The bodyguards paused and frowned upon hearing Gus’ name. “Who are you? We weren’t informed.”
“Oh… Is Mr. Zeller busy? Could you please contact him?” Nash continued politely-it was something he was really good at.
If Frank were in his place, he would have been fed up with the bodyguard’s pompous attitude by then.
“Hold on,” the bodyguard replied noncommittally, picked up the phone from his table, and called his captain. “Yeah. Some old man came up and asked to see Gus Zeller… Yes, cap. Understood.”
Once he hung up, he waved Nash off impatiently. “Fuck off. The Soranos weren’t informed about this beforehand.”
“Please, could you just help me out? I-It’s Mr. Lawrence’s request to deliver this to Gus Zeller.”
“Enough already!” The bodyguard sprang to his feet and grabbed Nash by the collar, and pointed at Nash’s car impatiently. “I don’t know any Mr. Lawrence, and I told you to fuck off! You hear? Cap says no, and that means no. The Soranos would have told us to open the gates for you otherwise!”
Nahs kept insisting nonetheless, “Please, I’m just here to deliver this medicine! Please contact Gus Zeller-”
“You fucking asked for it!” The bodyguard shoved Nash to the ground, snapping coldly, “Did you even get a good look at me? Do you think I’m in a position to talk to Mr. Zeller? And you-where did you even come from? Where did you get those pills from? Are you trying to poison the Soranos?! Why don’t you give me a name, and I’ll let you in if I recognize it!”
The bodyguard was endlessly pompous even though he was just a glorified doorman.
