I couldn''t imagine how the Whites would torture Frankie if he gauged my eye out.


    As I''d expected, his eyes widened at the mention of the White family of Gothville. He asked, "You''re part of the White family?"


    I answered honestly, "I''m a third-generation member of the family, as well as its heir."


    Frankie was floored. He repeated incredulously, "Heir?" Then, he burst out intoughter.


    "Kid, if you''d said you were a distantly rtive of the Whites, I would have believed you. Do you think I''m dumb enough to believe that you could possibly be the heir to the White family? Why would the White heire to Welsington and have dinner at such a run-down ce? You must be kidding me!"


    ine leaned over curiously. "Mr. Russo, are the Whites a powerful family?"


    Frankie scoffed and said, "Let''s put it this way. If he really turns out to be the heir to the White family, our lives are ruined for good."


    "They must be very powerful!" ine''s eyes widened in surprise.


    However, she soon broke into giggles."William, oh William. Even if you were making stuff up, you should have stuck with something more realistic. If you were going to say that you''re the heir to the White family, you might as well just im to be next in line to the royal throne!


    "Right, Mr. Russo. I nearly forgot to tell you. The kid even put on a show for us before you came. He made a phone call and threatened to get some powerful people to help him out. It''s hrious, really. No one came!"


    Frankie frowned and said disdainfully, "Stop wasting time talking to the boy. Wrap things up with him. I''ve got many things to do."


    He shot a meaningful nce at one of his minions, Paxton McLean, who


    immediately grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back to prevent me from moving. The other held my head.


    Without hesitation, Frankie stabbed at me with his cigarette.


    I snapped my eyes shut immediately.


    Agony washed over me as the burning stub pressed onto my eyelids.


    I gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming.


    "You''ve got a backbone, kid. I''ll give you that. But you won''t be so lucky next time."


    He then punched my stomach. While I groaned from the impact, he pried my eyes open and stabbed at me with the cigarette once more.


    This was bad. I wouldn''t actually be a one-eyed wonder, would I? The guards protecting the White family were too slow!


    The cigarette suddenly stopped inches away from my eye. Then, I heard a squelch as Frankie''s arm fell to the floor. Blood gushed out of the severed stump. Some even got on my face.


    The guests who had been watching on shrieked in terror and scattered.


    ine stared at Frankie and his missing limb, failing to regain herposure.


    A man in a wide-brimmed hat and a ck coat strode over. He had leather gloves on and was holding a gleaming dagger.


    "Mr. White, I ept any punishment you decide to bestow upon me for myteness."


    As he spoke, he shed at the two minions holding me up. They recoiled in horror, scared that their limbs would get chopped off just like how Frankie''s had.


    I was freed from my restraints, and my hands flew to touch my ming eyelid.


    However, the man grabbed my arm and said, "Mr. White, don''t touch it. It''ll leave a scar."


    I shook his hand off and ordered angrily, "Shut it with the nonsense. Deal with them now."


    "Yes, sir."


    He took his hat off and ced it on a nearby table. Then, he turned around and scanned the room. He said coldly, "If you were just here to watch themotion, shut your mouth and get out now. If not, you''ll suffer the same fate as this man."


    The bystanders paled and left immediately.


    Even the restaurant manager and staff, who were hiding behind the door, hadn''t dared to stay.