Chaz slapped Helen across the face, leaving her seeing stars.

“You asked for it!” he bellowed. “Take her away!”

While Helen was being shoved into a BMW, a black Maybach drove into The Dynasty’s parking lot as well.

Vicky was riding shotgun dressed in a bewitching purple dress, watching Frank as she asked, “Henry Lane’s funeral will be held in a few days. Are you attending it?”

“Yeah.” Frank nodded somberly. “He saved my life. No matter what the Lanes did, I’ll send him off one last time.”

It has been three days, and he had gathered himself by now.

Vicky nodded with a smile. Just as she was going to start talking about what they should drink, she frowned as she spotted a single stiletto in the middle of the parking lot.

“What the heck?”

was unusual, and her woman’s

toward brands after all, and Vicky could tell that it was expensive. Moreover,

Screech!

that was driving from the opposite side stopped beside their Maybach, and the window rolled down to reveal a

as well?” Chaz whistled pointedly at Frank, in a good mood even as he glanced at Helen who

snapped, which immediately

his brow repeatedly and flirtatiously. “Forgive me

tip, but I think you can

what’s left of it?” Vicky’s tone was polite, but her sarcasm was

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