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The old man bled from orifice as he died horribly, while Frank got in the limousine he came in.
"Drive me to Ninedell Hotel."
The chauffeur was already petrified, but he quickly turned the car and headed to Ninedell Hotel as told
since he valued his life. -
In Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel, Hubert was wearing only a bathrobe as he lay sprawled on bed,
enjoying Olive Perkin's massage while holding up a phone.novelbin
"You don't sound too pleased, Mr. Sorano," Chaz Graves said from the other end of the line.
"Of course I am! We just lost a golden goose, for fuck's sakes!" Hubert cursed out loud and told Chaz
everything that had happened.
"What?!"
Chaz was clearly shocked and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Frank Lawrence he had in mind.
Then, musing to himself for a while, he advised calmly "Mr. Sorano, I'd advise you to run right now—
Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not mistaken, he's on his way to you right now!"
"Impossible." Hubert dismissed him confidently. "I've called in one of my family's Birthright rank elders,
and his plane had already touched down a while ago. There's no way he'd lose."
Chaz sighed. "I must insist that you be careful. Frank isn't so easily defeated."
"Oh, don't worry! What is he going to do, kill me?" Hubert snorted in disdain.
"Very well. Just don't forget to attend my wedding in a couple of days."
"For sure. I don't care about you, but that's not the case for Titus Lionheart!"
Hubert laughed as he hung up, snorting, "Be careful? Just because some Birthright rank elite showed
up in little Riverton? Chaz Graves is an embarrassment to the rest of us, being so scared of that
bastard."
"Of course," Olive smiled even as she flashed her cleavage. "That bastard is just the Turnbulls' gigolo
at best. He'd never compare to the third heir of the Soranos!"
"Hehe. You and your silver tongue." Hubert wrapped his arms around her waist, ready for round two,
when he heard a loud crash outside.
By the time he turned, the door was kicked wide open, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who
it was.
Frank Lawrence...?" Hubert trailed off, suddenly remembering Chaz's warning.
Was the bastard as horrific as Chaz claimed, defeating even an elder from his family?!
Before his questions were answered, Frank was glaring icily at him. "I remember telling your dogs to
warn you to stay away, but you're really asking for it."
Hubert's heart sank at Frank's cool voice. He kept his towel wrapped around his crotch as he stood up
and bellowed, "Where's Elder Keyes? What did you do to him?!"
"Elder Keyes?" Frank chuckled. "He's waiting for you down under."
"What?! Y-You wouldn't dare!" Hubert stumbled backward in the face of Frank's murderous glare,
terrified and regretting not heeding Chaz's advice to run.
Frank was really no pushover!
On the other hand, Olive never realized how scary Frank can be.
After all, she had left the banquet hall earlier than the others before and was still convinced that Frank
was a loser.
"Do you know who you are talking to, Frank?!" she snapped. "This is Hubert Sorano of Morhen, and
you're threatening him?! You're so done!"