Female Novel
Chatper 333
Chapter 333
Fred had made those handmade guns himself but never used them for years.
He concealed them under his clothes and stepped out of his room.
Carol was already cooking, and seeing her son, she quickly said, “Dinner’s ready soon. Go set up thetable.”
“I won’t be needing dinner,” Fred said, walking up to her side. “I’m leaving soon.”
“Leaving?” Carol was taken aback. “It’s going to be dark soon.”
“Something came up at the office,” Fred explained. “Also, if anything happens, you should call FrankLawrence.”
Carol’s female intuition was screaming to her right then that something bad was going to happen.
Grabbing Fred by the arm, she asked, “What are you hiding from me, Fred? You know tell me,whatever it is.”
“I’m fine,” Fred smiled. “You’re being paranoid now, Mom. I’m going now.”
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And with those words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in hiswords.
After some thought, she called Frank. “Hello? Is this Mr. Lawrence?”
Frank just arrived home when he was surprised with Carol’s call. “Yes, it’s me, Madam Zims. What’swrong?”
“Oh, you see… Fred was acting weird today after he came home,” Carol quickly said. “I was reallyworried something bad would happen to him. Since you’re more or less the same age, could you checkon him and help him out?”
“Fred left?” Frank asked, perplexed.
The brat headed home, and then left again?
He was not bent on getting revenge, was he?!
“Yeah!” Carol exclaimed anxiously just then.novelbin
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Frank quickly assured her. “It’s no big deal–I’ll go get him right now, and Ipromise to bring him back in one piece.”
Once he hung up, Frank promptly called Trevor to send him everything he had on Brock, since. Freddefinitely wanted revenge against Brock!
As soon as he had everything, Frank got in his call and sped off, calling Fred repeatedly along the way.
Fred never answered, leaving Frank frowning.
He almost had enough of the man!
He had promised to help with Fred’s revenge, only for Fred to refuse–did Fred somehow believe hecould take on Brock alone?!
When Fred entered the lobby of Brock Estates in the evening, many of his colleagues greeted him asusual.
After all, they had no idea what transpired between Fred and their boss and merely thought Fred camein on a late shift.
They did not notice the unusual look on Fred’s face either, as he ran straight to Brock’s office on the topfloor,
That place just happened to be a mess, with Marian laying on Brock’s desk, her long legs wrappedaround Brock’s waist.
Her clothes were a mess, and her pantyhose was riddled with holes.
Moreover, her cheeks were flushed as she moaned audibly.
Brock was himself wheezing like an ox.
When he was done, he dropped on his chair and lit himself a cigarette, chuckling in
satisfaction as he met Marian’s coquettish gaze. “How’d you like that? Who’s better–me or your boy?”
“Of course it’s you, Mr. Summer,” Marian purred as she blushed. “A piece of shit like Fred? Come on…”
“Haha!” Brock laughed heartily.