Just as Corey closed his eyes and resigned himself to die, a cool voice suddenly spoke up. "Are you done? It's time you leave.”

"What?"

Corey was familiar with the voice.

Was that not Frank Lawrence, Vicky's gigolo?

He suddenly dared to speak up, but it had to be now of all times? Was he suicidal?

Even as Corey opened his eyes, he was left stunned.

Zorn had his fist poised to strike at Corey's head, but Frank remained impassive even as he held onto his wrist.

Zorn could not seem to move at all and was sweating all over his brow!

"Who the hell are you?!" Hubert finally saw that Frank had seized Zorn's wrist but thought that Zorn was merely caught off guard. “Kill them! Kill every single one in this room! Leave no one alive!" However, Zorn was not moving at all, and Hubert thought he did not hear him as he snapped angrily, "Didn't you hear me, Zorn?! What are you spacing out for?!"

reality, Zorn just could not say it—Frank was holding on to his wrist like a hydraulic clamp, and

"Birthright rank!"

brief pause, he quickly moved to

was stunned when he heard Lampon. "What?!

Lawrence,” Frank said quietly as he held on to Zorn's wrist. "Leave if you don't want to

Hubert, he said, "I

then. "Fuck you! Who do you think you are to tell me to leave?! Don't you know

Lampon promptly grabbed his arm and reasoned earnestly. "Please calm down, Mr. Sorano! He's Birthright rank, and none of us can afford to mess

Hubert, bringing

Hubert glared at Frank as he bellowed, "Frank Lawrence, was it?! I'll remember your name! Just you wait—we

snorted and

you...?" Seeing that Lampon was staring at his palm, Frank snorted and freed

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