Female Novel
Chatper 596
The two executives whom Hubert brought were clearly no pushovers, and one was enough to
overwhelm Corey.
And yet, both of them were so afraid of Frank they bolted from his threat alone. They were clearly
fearing for their lives, and he never did a thing to them!
In fact, proof was now unnecessary for Frank's strength.
Corey was the first to speak, breaking the silence. "Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Lawrence. I will
always remember this debt."
Even as he pushed himself off the floor, his face was pale.
One of his legs was now completely crippled, but it was thanks to Frank that he was alive.
Naturally, Corey also had no intention to demean Frank after finding out that he was a Birthright rank
elite, since there was almost none of his caliber in Riverton.
Moreover, Corey really doubted that Frank did not have any backing when he improved this far at such
a young age!
"I was being arrogant even though I was lacking, and I'm too ashamed to stay in your presence. Please
take good care of Ms. Turnbull from now on. Farewell," Corey said, bowing to Frank before limping
away.
Kiki felt guilty and uneasy for being skeptical of Vicky's judgment earlier and hesitated for a while
before saying, "Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence."
Frank shook his head. "Don't thank me. Thank Vicky."
Kiki turned to Vicky right then, her gaze earnest. "Thank you so much, Vicky."
"Hey, no thanks necessary—we're besties." Vicky grinned.
Still, she soon skipped toward Frank when she saw that he was leaving, grabbing his sleeve and
snapping, "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Home."
"Home?!" Vicky gaped. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did you really think Hubert would give up on
Kiki just because you told him so?!"
Frank shrugged. "Why not?"
Vicky rolled her eyes. "Kiki, go with Frank and stay at his mansion. You can stay in Room 104—my
room is next to it."novelbin
"What?" Kiki's jaw hung open in disbelief. "I-I really don't think that's a good idea. It'd be an
inconvenience for Mr. Lawrence—" "What are you worried about?" Vicky laughed. "You're not staying
there forever, and he's not doing anything to you when his baby sister is there. But if he tries anything
funny, tell me and I'll straighten him out."
As she raised her brow at Frank as if to give him an order, he shook his head. "Room 104 is taken."
Vicky's expression was at once hostile. "What?! Who's staying there? Why don't I know about that?"
"It's my business," Frank retorted. "And I never agreed to be Ms. Moss' bodyguard.
Seeing that he was refusing, Vicky was suddenly a pouting little girl, tugging on Frank's arm as she
cajoled, "Oh, just say yes for my sake, pretty please...?"
Around them, Vicky's friends were left stunned by her sudden change of attitude.
What the devil?
Vicky Turnbull, the most famous heiress of Riverton, had never shown this side of hers to anyone!
If other men could see this, they would be loathing Frank to the bone!
Frank sighed—even he had to admit that no man could resist Vicky's devastating beauty and her
adorable kittenish pleas.