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.”

she growled, “Dream on. I’d rather die than suck up

was loyal to the Turnbulls,

down, not when Neil so ruthlessly dismissed her just because he wanted her

you can’t blame us

as they prepared to attack, when Frank growled

you really underestimating

Frank, simply presuming

“Stay out of

before his chest. “The Turnbulls are really pompous,

house to commit murder,” Frank

sense the violent murderous

actually did not want to kill, but they

to take down

very next moment, but they were really too slow for

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