Frank pursed his lips. “Are the Turnbulls that crazy?! You got hurt in the line of duty, and they are dismissing you in pain of death!?”

“Not exactly…” Frida growled through her teeth, “Neil was forcing himself on me, but I refused and hit him… And now he wants me dead.”

Frank was incensed at that. “That motherfucker. Does Vicky know?”

“No.” Frida shook her head. “I barely made it here—I didn’t have time to contact her.”

“I understand. Just rest and leave the rest to me.” Frank nodded and carried her to the couch.

Just then, Neil’s hitmen crashed through the nearby windows as they leapt inside, sighing in relief when they saw Frida.

Neil did tell them to take her alive if possible.

One of them said, “Just come with us, Frida. Mr. Turnbull might even let you live—you’d only get yourself killed being stubborn.”

as she growled, “Dream on. I’d rather

loyal to

so ruthlessly dismissed her just because he wanted her as his side bitch! Not killing Neil was

you can’t blame

they prepared to attack, when Frank growled coolly, “You

you really

hitmen knew Frank, simply presuming him to

growled, “Stay out of Turnbull

his chest. “The

not—you’re the ones who barged into my house to

sense the violent

actually did not want to kill, but

glance right then, they decided to take down Frank before deciding

next moment, but they were

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