Yara was already familiar with Frank and promptly greeted him. “Mr. Lawrence.” On the other hand, Cliff did not like Frank, let alone consider him capable of protecting Vicky.

Cliff snorted coolly and ignored Frank.

Frank rolled his eyes. “You really know how to put a guy in an awkward spot.” Vicky giggled. “Not really–you three are all here to keep me safe, so I naturally have to bring you all along.” Frank got in the backseat with Cliff, though there was a clear distance between them.

At the same time, Vicky floored the gas pedal, and they headed straight to a dilapidated factory in the outskirts of West City.

It was a desolate place, with decrepit motor vehicles sitting strewn around the compound.

As for the four of them alighted and strode right into the factory, they found a gang of people inside.

let you in here?” “I’m Vicky Turnbull,” Vicky told him. “Tell your boss to

famous Turnbull heiress?” Vicky

I’ll get him right now,” the youth

around just

people around them

no proper

a middle–aged man arrived downstairs, followed

going to visit when I’m less busy.” Vicky laughed coolly. “Let’s not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Westfield. You owe me twenty million since five years ago–when are you going to

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