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.”

even as she growled, “Dream on. I’d rather

to the Turnbulls, not

take this lying down, not when Neil so ruthlessly dismissed her just because he wanted her as his side bitch! Not killing Neil was already plenty respectful

that case, you can’t blame

as they prepared to attack, when Frank growled

really

knew Frank, simply presuming him to be some ordinary

growled, “Stay out

arms before his chest. “The Turnbulls are really pompous,

ones who barged into my house to commit murder,” Frank said icily. “Did you even ask for my

sense the violent murderous presence spilling from

actually did not want to kill, but they

to take

the very next moment, but

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