Jackie gulped and promptly throw his hands up when he saw the horrific glare in Vicky’s eyes. “I was just joking, Ms. Turnbull. Don’t take me seriously.

“Joking, was it?” Vicky, however, picked up a steel pipe, adjusted her grip, and swung it at Jackie’s head, drawing blood: instantly!

Jackie’s goons started forward but stopped in fear when Frank shot them a look.

Argh!!!” Jackie cried even as he clutched his head. “Alright, I’m sorry, Ms.

Turnbull! I’ll pay you right now.” Vicky shot him a glare of contempt. “As you should. Now wire it right now.” This time, Jackie did not hesitate to bark at his secretary to transfer the money.

Once Vicky received it soon enough, he wiped his sweat and asked, “We’re even now, Ms. Turnbull. So, can you just go….?” не “Sure, but I did say I’d make you wish you were dead.” Vicky’s eyes flashed murderously, and before Jackie could understand what was happening, Vicky swung the steel pipe up Jackie’s crotch!

A blood–curdling scream resound over the factory, and Jackie passed

he felt a chill between his legs from

and led Frank and the others out of the

none of the goons nearby dared

breeze blew outside the factory. Vicky’s clothes flapped against the wind, giving her

their car, Frank turned toward the bruised and battered Cliff and said flatly, “Raise your arm.” Cliff was surprised but did as

arm and suddenly

“Argh!” Cliff yelped.

anyway.” “T–Thanks…” Cliff said, studying Frank for

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