Chapter 987
Jim had the right idea-Frank had gone to Sorano Estate for payback.
Every time he remembered the torture Nash had been put through only further fueled his rage, murderous intent, and profound guilt.
Not only did the man allow him to stay in his house, but he also got hurt because of him.
If Kat found out, even she would surely not react well to him.
“You’re going to die, Willy Sorano!” Frank growled, clenching his fist as his eyes flashed with fury.
He would make everyone pay for what they did to Nash, be it Willy or anyone else who was involved in torturing Nash!
He would not hold back, even if it meant war against the Soranos!
He strode out of the hospital, getting into a taxi that took him straight to Sorano Estate, since Helen had left in his car.
He just so happened to run into the same bodyguard Nash spoke of.
“What are you doing here, kid?” the bodyguard asked loftily.
Just as Nash had said, he was no more than a glorified doorman, but he was utterly despicably haughty because of who he served. “Is Willy Sorano here?” Frank asked as he strode up to him.
“Mr. Sorano?” The bodyguard looked Frank from head to toe, his eyes soon showing disdain when he saw the taxi that was leaving. The man had to take a taxi? What, he could not even afford a car?!
Deciding right then that Frank did not amount to anything, he waved Frank away like he was a fly, shooting him a sideways glare of contempt. “Not everyone gets to meet Mr. Sorano. Who do you think you are, calling him by name? Take a good look in the mirror… Urgh, what day is it? First it’s some geezer looking for Mr. Zeller, and now it’s some broke ass brat looking for Mr. Sorano-”
“What was that? A geezer looking for Mr. Zeller?” Frank pressed on purpose.
“Hmph.” The bodyguard sneered at Frank, his tone impatient, “You want. to know what happened? You had to be here to see it for yourself. By the time the ambulance came for him, all his bones were broken, but he kept holding on to some pills, saying that it’s Mr. Lawrence’s pills and shouldn’t go to waste. Oh, it was such a riot…”
Suddenly, the bodyguard felt the air around him turning cold, and he looked up at Frank in shock to find his murderous glare. “W-What are you doing?! Who are you?!” He stumbled backward, feeling that his life was in danger just from Frank’s presence.
Such was an animal reacting instinctively in the face of death.
“I’m the Mr. Lawrence you were talking about,” Frank said and seized him by the throat.
“Gurk-what, let go of me… The soranos will kill you for this… Get down your knees and apologize… I might even forgive you”
Even now, he was still posturing with his masters’ importance!
“Hmph. Scum.” Frank snorted.
