Sean was astonished.


    Gulping, he promptly greeted Finn, “Mr. Chandler, Apologies for my rudeness.”


    “I’ve had you brought here because I have some simple questions,” Finn said, fiddling with the butterfly


    knife he was holding.


    “You need just ask,” Sean promptly replied. “I will give you everything I know.”


    “Frank Lawrence killed my boy Leo, so I’m here for revenge,” Finn said evenly. “Tell me everything you


    know about him–who he is, where he stays. Everything. But if I find out that you lied…”


    Finn suddenly mmed his palm on the table, breaking it in half with a loud bang!


    Sean flinched in shock, but he was already celebrating inside since he had been troubled on how he


    was going to kill Frank.


    Truly, there would always be someone out there with the same n in mind!


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Chandler–I will definitely tell you everything you know. Frank Lawrence was Helen


    Lane’s ex–husband, and he knows nothing aside from some paltry martial arts. Still, he managed to


    hook up with Vicky Turnbull after the divorce… That said, I don’t know where he lives but I get the


    feeling that he has been staying at a hotel ever since.”


    Sean went on to borate at length, telling Finn everything.


    Finn was still fiddling with his butterfly knife when he narrowed his eyes, catching the most important


    part of the lengthy expository. “So, Helen Lane is the key to all this?”


    Sean hesitated for a moment. “Well, not exactly…”


    Finn snorted, flexing his wrist. “Well, I’m curious as to what she looks like, and if she’s worth so many


    deaths. They do say that Rivertondies are the finest in the country, and it’s a theory begging to be


    tested.”


    “Oh… Haha,” Sean chuckled awkwardly.


    It seemed that Helen had really drawn the short straw here but was also quietly rejoicing that his


    proposal to her failed.


    Naturally, he was not going to tell Finn about his connection with Helen, or he would have jinxed


    himself too!


    Finn turned towards his men and barked, “Go. Bring Helen Lane to me–she’ll know where Frank


    Lawrence is.”


    It was evening, and Helen was just leaving work.


    She got into her car and had just put on a seatbelt when a huge hand suddenly covered her face!


    She struggled as hard as she could but soon passed out.


    When she woke up again, she found herself lying in an borately decorated office, with her hands


    and feet tied up.


    Gina and Peter had been brought there too!


    Suddenly, a ck–d man with a bucket of cold water sshed it over their heads, and Gina and


    Peter were promptly jolted awake.


    “W–Where are we?”


    Helen looked around, finally noticing Sean was in the room. “Sean? What’s going on here?”


    Gina was puzzled too. “Yeah! What are you doing, Mr. Wesley?”


    “Brother–inw! Why did you kidnap us?” Peter asked in confusion.


    Sean strode up right then and pped Peter across the face!


    “Shut up,” he snapped. “Who the hell is your brother–inw?! Don’t ever call me that!”


    Peter was left dumbstruck. Sean was usually so caring toward him but was now so hostile?


    Sean then turned toward Finn. “This is Finn Chandler, the fourth son of Middleton’s Chandlers and Leo


    Grayson’s boss.”


    “What?!” The Lanes were all left gaping, their heart skipping a beat.


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


    Leo’s boss had actuallye to Riverton, and judging from the situation, he wanted revenge!