Female Novel
Chatper 509
Frank stared at Helen in disbelief. "Did you just hit me?"
"I."
Helen's palm was shaking as she stared at the palm print she left on Frank's face, her heart aching.
But she could not apologize—instead, she leapt at him as if crazed, pushing him while shielding Chaz
even as she bellowed through tears, "That's enough! You killed my grandfather—are you going to kill
my fiance too?! Just get out of here! We'll go our separate ways now, and I don't want us to see each
other anymore!"
Frank watched her hysterical ravings, his knuckles loosening as he forced a smile. "Helen, you're being
threatened by him, aren't you? Just tell me, and I'll handle it. Trust me."
Helen hung her head, avoiding looking him in the eye in fear that she would lose control right then. "No
one is threatening me! This is all my decision! Stop fantasizing and leave!"
".I see."
Frank clenched his knuckles as he turned to leave, really giving up just then.
As the elevator doors closed behind him, Helen fell to her knees as if drained. She was clawing at her
face as she sobbed in despair, almost fainting even as she watched the elevator descend.
"No. don't go, Frank. That's not true."
"Bleurgh. That bastard."
Meanwhile, Chaz had gotten to his feet, clutching his chest as he limped toward Helen.
He watched as she stayed on her knees and bawled, his libido doused right then as he kicked her
squarely in the face!
However, kicking her to the floor hardly eased his swelling spite. He grabbed her by the hair, slamming
her face repeatedly on the wall and only stopping when she bled all over and passed out.
Even so, she murmured, "Frank."
"You bitch!" Chaz snarled, though he soon grinned savagely as he stared at the direction from which
Frank left. "Did you think I'll spare you because of her? You're too naive, Frank Lawrence! I'll make you
wish you were dead. I'll make you despair!"
As Frank left White Court Hotel, he found Trevor waiting for him at the front entrance.
He snuffed out his cigarette, doing a double take when he saw the palm print on Frank's face before
exploding in rage. "Are you alright, Mr. Lawrence?! Which bastard dared to lay their hand on you?! Are
they crazy?!"
Just as he whipped out his phone, ready to call in the calvary, Frank pressed a hand on his phone andnovelbin
shook his head.
"I'm fine. Let's go—take me to The Dynasty."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence," Tervor quickly replied, since he would never disobey Frank's orders.
He more or less could feel the misery Frank seemed to project. Knowing that Frank was in a bad mood,
he quickly drove Frank to The Dynasty.
As Frank settled down in a seat he picked at random and began to chug a bottle of vodka, Trevor said,
"I'll drink with you, Mr. Lawrence."