Seeing how naive the rich playboy was, Frank sneered, his eyes narrowing. "Did you really think Lanecorp Tower is a place you can come and go as you please?" "Shit! Well, what do you want? To kill me?!"

Dorek wheeled on him impatiently but stiffened when he saw the look on Frank's face, his heart skipping a beat.

Terror he had never known seized him, and a frightening thought occurred in his mind right then-the man might just really kill him!

"W-What do you want?! I'm telling you, I'm the third child of the main Yimmel family. If you lay a finger on me..."

Dorek trailed off, deflated since he had already pulled the same move before, only to get a vicious slap across the face.

Was there even a point to his threat now?

"Hehe..."

Dorek felt afraid for his life, Frank suddenly chuckled, albeit savagely. "So... Yora Yimmel

taken aback but nodded

"In that case, I need you to do me a solid-you will bring the key members and executives of the

slow, but even he could realize immediately that he

not just betraying

head repeatedly, crying, "No chance! Just give up already-I'd

eyes widened in panic. "W-What are you

seated in the conference room of Laneville

members and executives of the Yimmel family, who had rushed there

cousin, Hagar Yimmel,

thirties and had a chiseled face, though

more conservative perspective when his matriarch asked for

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