Female Novel
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Vicky's expression eased as things became amicable, and she returned to her seat.
Suddenly, Ivana asked, "By the way, dear Ms. Turnbull... Does Mr. Lionheart know that you're cheating
on him?"
Beside her, Corey almost choked on his drink, while Ivana continued innocently, "Just think about it,
guys—her personal bodyguard! It's exactly what anyone thinks, right?"
As she raised her brow pointedly and repeatedly, Corey slammed her glass on the table, frowning.
"Watch your words, Ivana! Vicky's not like that!"
"Oh, there's the fire! See?" Ivana laughed and clapped, not afraid of adding fuel to fire. "It's alright—we
all know how much you love Vicky. I mean, you're single even now!"
On the other hand, the woman in the red gown who mocked Frank earlier pursed her lips, muttering
under her breath, "How brazen, cheating on your own fiance."
"What did you just say to me, Olive?!" Vicky bellowed. "Fiance?! Cheating?! I never agreed to mynovelbin
family's arrangement, and I won't mind telling you that I have no feelings for Titus Lionheart. Frank is
the one I love!"
"Oh, no!" Ivana quickly said. "Please stop, Ms. Turnbull, or we might all get buried with you if Mr.
Lionheart catches wind of this."
As the ladies continued their thrilling debate of Vicky's relationship with the Lionhearts, Corey gestured
at Frank.
He wanted to have a word with Frank in private, and Frank was only too happy to flee the chaos.
They headed to the men's room together. Then, once Corey was done with business and started
washing his hands, he remained impassive as he growled, "You should stay away from Vicky if you
know what's good for you, kid."
"What's it to you?" Frank replied, unaffected as he washed his hands as well.
Corey leveled a solemn look at him, revealing his clear face and slightly pronounced forehead.
It was clear he was a vigor-wielding martial artist and no average Joe, and he sneered as he
threatened, "You'll die horribly. Trust me."
"Really?" Frank was certainly having none of it, even retorting bluntly, "Why don't you tell Titus
Lionheart that?"
As Corey was left in stunned silence, Frank continued, "If you love something, you should fight for
them. Did you really think that you could lecture me? Someone like you who's always worried about
everything? Don't make me laugh."
With that, Frank strode past him, leaving Corey clenching his knuckles.
Still, as Frank got out of the men's room, a smiling Ivana pulled him back to their table and asked,
"Frank Lawrence, was it? Ms. Turnbull's been saying how good you are... But at what, specifically?"
Seeing that Vicky was hiding a smile, Frank shrugged. "What do you suppose? I'm her personal
bodyguard."
"Ooooh..." Everyone exclaimed, staring pointedly at Frank and Corey as he returned.
Kiki came up just then, taking off her shades to reveal her bright, spirited gaze as she asked, "Mr.
Lawrence, are you really good at it? I mean, like really, really good?"
Her eyes actually caught Frank off guard, and he nodded blankly. "I guess."
"Then could you agree to my request? I want you to be my bodyguard for the next couple days," Kiki
asked, her dewy gaze utterly miserably as she turned toward Vicky. "You'd agree to it, wouldn't you,
Vicky?"