“You really need to learn some manners!” Wilf bellowed and suddenly threw the solid wooden desk beside him at Frank!

While the Turnbulls all scrambled to get away, Frank did not move.

He remained in his seat and slowly raised his arm… Catching the table right then, he gently pressed, and the table landed on the floor with a deafening bang!

Wilf was stunned–he did not expect that from Frank!

In fact, Frank was still holding on to his teacup, growling icily, “A fiery temper won’t do any favors to your elderly body. Here, have a drink and calm yourself down.” He launched his teacup at Wilf as if it were a bullet.

stalwart vigor, but the tea inside burst away like

as he did not believe some droplet would hurt him… until the first drop struck

then, it was

have fallen if he had not caught on to the edges

eyes were fixed on Wilf. “Was the tea good, Mr. Chandler? Would you like another cup?” Wilf was left clenching his jaw

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