Trevor Zurich was clearly aware that Frank had been incapacitated for days.

As soon as Frank called, he said quietly, "Stanley Durban has arranged that bullshit funeral for Geon Kramer. Mr. Lawrence, we should—" "I know. It's fine."

Frank stopped him, his eyes flashing sharply as he continued, "My business isn't a priority. My brother's is."

"Brother... You mean Tidus Simmons?"

"Yes." Frank nodded and said bluntly, "Find out where Blackie is. He will pay for his treachery!"

"Yes, sir!"

right away when he heard

to Frank and called again. "I've sent a car to take

leaving Zamri Hospital while still in a hospital gown, climbing into the backseat of a Rolls-Royce parked at the square outside. After he got in, the Rolls-Royce sped off and

through the video call, while frowning at the pile of rubble and

Mr. Lawrence. Blackie's home should be there-his mother is blind, but Tidus has been supporting them financially for years, affording them a stable life.

"Her son..."

leveling a look at the mountainous piles of garbage around, muttering to himself. "I wonder what she'd think if she knew that her son killed her other son for

told the chauffeur to take a cab and leave on his own, since he was going to use the Rolls-Royce. After all, he preferred to take the wheel

Frank turned toward the slum and found the red brick shack

a person normally would, and he

gingerly, since the old woman

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255