“I owe you an apology for this,” Vicky told Frank solemnly. “I hope you won’t mind it. And whatever


    happens in a year, I’ll transfer all my shares of Riverton Pharma to you.”


    Frank was perplexed, though he noticed the bemusement and helplessness in Vicky’s eyes.


    “You don’t seem convinced I could surpass the Lionhearts,” he said.


    Vicky sighed, a look of wariness showing in her gaze. “You won’t seed even for a decade, let alone


    a year. They’re far scarier than you’d ever imagine.”


    Frank smiled in silence in return.


    After all, he was far scarier than she would ever imagine, too.


    He got up, bidding her goodbye and started to head back to the hotel, though he sneezed violently


    twice just as he stepped outside the doorway.


    “Who the hell was badmouthing me?” he growled.


    Meanwhile, Sean was lying quietly in a room within Riverton Hospital, his body covered in bandages.


    He had only regained consciousness after being thoroughly beaten up. He only regained


    consciousness during the wee hours of the morning, feeling agony all over!


    “I swear I’ll kill you, Frank Lawrence, even if it’s thest thing I do…” he cursed, as he had done for the


    whole morning.


    He would have ordered a hit on Frank, but that was going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, Frank


    was the one who had killed West City’s former kingpin Leo Grayson.


    And Leo’s sessor, Scarface, absolutely revered Frank after taking over!


    Still, while he was racking his brains on what he should do, someone kicked open the door to his


    room.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    As Sean looked on, a group of ck–d men filed inside, and he snapped, “Who the fuck are you


    people?”


    None of them answered–one even strode up and pped him across the face!


    While Sean was left stunned by the sudden p, the others had already hoisted him and carried him


    out of the room!


    “W–Who are you people?!” he cried when he regained his senses. “I am the Sean Wesley-”


    “shut up,” one of them bellowed with a murderous re. “Speak again, and we’ll cut off that tongue.”


    Sean cringed in fear and promptly turned docile–the re already made it clear that this gang was


    not messing around!


    He quickly searched his memory as he tried to guess who he may have offended. However, these men


    were clearly professionals and not your normal thug


    Soon, Sean was taken downstairs and shoved into an MPV, which took them straight to The Dynasty.


    Sean was stunned again did Scarface want to beat him up again?!


    They soon arrived at the top–floor office, and the ck–d men threw him unceremoniously inside.


    Sean was already hurt, and being thrown only left him gritting his teeth in agony.


    As he pushed himself off the floor, he found Scarface right there and flinched. “W–What’s happening


    here? Why were you looking for me?”


    Chad shot him a re. “I wasn’t. My boss is.”


    “Your boss?”


    Sean was puzzled–Leo was dead, was he not?


    He then followed Chad’s gaze to find a man sitting behind the desk in the distance.


    He was young and around Frank’s age, but he was muscr and bulky, clearly a martial elite.


    “Sean Wesley, was it?”


    Sean nodded. “Y–Yes… May I ask who you


    are?”


    The man slowly got up. “The narne’s Finn Chandler, the fourth Chandler son from Middleton.”


    “M–Middleton?”