Female Novel
Chatper 134
Chapter 134
Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him–but he did, and that meant death.
Frank squeezed right then.
Crack.
Les‘ neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank caredso little about him!novelbin
With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.
He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.
Hurrying to him, she asked, “Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?”
“I’m fine,” Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.
Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.
Still, after spacing out for a while, she came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then tore hershirt into strips and helped Frank bandage it.
Her torn shirt revealed her slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was noarguing her stunning figure as a martial artist–she might even beat Vicky in that field.
“Was that a gunshot wound, Mr. Lawrence?” she asked hesitantly.
Frank nodded.
“Who shot you?” Yara asked angrily.
From where she was standing, Frank had saved her and taught her martial arts, and so, she swore toavenge him.
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However, Frank pointed at a tree in the distance, and Yara turned to see Les nailed to a tree, his headlopsided and clearly dead.
“Wait… You killed him, Mr. Lawrence?” Yara quickly asked.
Frank nodded again.
“Well, this is going to be troublesome…” Yara muttered under her breath.
“How so?”
“You might not know this, but Les is Glen Turnbull’s bastard,” Yara explained. “Even if he didn’tcommand respect, he’s still a member of their family. If they asked, you should tell them that themasked man killed him, Don’t take the blame.”
Frank simply laughed. “He betrayed the Turnbulls. What’s the point of letting him live? He’s deadanyway, and if the Turnbulls really pressed the issue, that just proves their insignificance.
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“What…”
Yara was stumped.
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Frank was as brave as he was staunch, and he clearly had no intention to lie.
Even so, would the Turnbulls really spare him?
After a long while, Vicky and her people arrived at East City, with over ten SUVS stopping outside thewoods.
Her parents were with her, and she rushed to Frank right away when she saw that he was hurt, askingworriedly, “What happened to your hand, Frank?”
“It’s nothing. Your cousin shot me,” Frank replied calmly.
“What?! Let’s get you to the hospital!” Vicky cried frantically.
Frank chuckled. “I’m better than what they can offer. I’m fine now, don’t worry.”
“Mr. Lawrence, where’s Mr. Longman?” Walter asked just then.
“He was killed,” Yara explained. “They took the pill recipe too. Les Turnbull betrayed the family, and Iwould’ve been killed if Mr. Lawrence didn