Female Novel
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Frida Blue, the woman in the lead, was slender and wore a black face mask.
With her hawkish gaze and her body-hugging spandex, she certainly looked formidable...
Frank also counted twentyish men behind him, though he and Robert said at once, "No."
"What? Why?" Susan demanded.
"Because it's unnecessary," Frank explained. "We want to save Vicky. In this case, numbers will
become a burden."
Robert nodded in agreement. "Yeah. The Salazars will be wary if we go in such a large group."
"A burden?" Frida snorted in disdain. "You're the only burden here. We're plenty enough to save Ms.novelbin
Turnbull, so stay out of this."
"What...?" Robert was left speechless by the girl's contempt.
"Please, Mr. Quill," Susan spoke up just then. "Ms. Blue is twentieth in Earthrank and one of our
family's personal bodyguards. She can hold her own."
Robert was actually stunned.
Twentieth in Earthrank, but she was just a bodyguard?
The main branch of the Turnbull family was certainly not to be underestimated!
Frida simply ignored Robert in turn. "We can just split up, Mrs. Turnbull. I will personally save your
daughter."
Frank frowned. "The Salazars are demanding the Rejuvenation Pill recipe. What would you do if they
kill Vicky if you barge in?"
"They won't even see us coming. We will get Ms. Turnbull out without making a sound," Frida declared
confidently.
Frank, however, believed she was conceited. "Yara couldn't even last one move against Drakon. You're
not going to succeed."
"What, care to try me?" Frida glowered, having had enough of him right then.
"That's enough." Walter quickly butted in. "You're both here to help, so stop arguing. Why fight among
ourselves even before you get started?"
"Just split up as Frida suggested," Susan pointed out just then. "Anything goes as long as Vicky is
safe."
"Hmph."
Frida snorted and led her men out of Turnbull Villa right away.
Frank was speechless—was Riverton really that weak in their eyes?
Still, there was no time to hesitate.
He started to leave with Robert, ready to meet the Salazars—he was confident he could save Vicky as
long as he was allowed to see her.
"Mr. Lawrence, please hold up for a moment. There's someone who would like to join us," Robert said
as they left Turnbull Villa."
"Who?" Frank asked, perplexed.
An SUV came bounding down the street and screeched to a halt right in front of them.
A man alighted, and it was none other than Bron Howard, the chief of South Alp Sect.
Robert then explained, "Mr. Howard here is eager to avenge his son, after I've investigated the truth
around his death—it turns out Troy Howard was murdered by Jaud White, Donald Salazar's
henchman."
Frank nodded—he and Bron had even exchanged blows over that misunderstanding.
And three was just the right number.
Still, he said, "You may come along, but you can only make a move when I give the order."
Bron nodded. "Of course."
His goal was to kill Jaud—the rest was inconsequential.
With that, Frank and Robert got in the car and sped straight toward Donald Tower.
As the sun set, Frida and her men arrived at Donald Tower, working in perfect tandem to knock out the
rear entrance guards with tranquilizer guns before unlocking the door.
Though they managed to slip in the building quietly, they had barely reached the parking lot when the
lights suddenly flickered and died.
"Who dares intrude upon these sacred grounds?"