For Frank, nothing could be easier than dealing with those thugs!


    Dustin took off his shades just then and told Bravo, “Mr. Lambert, it’s me, Dustin!”


    “Oh, Dustin?” Bravo eximed in surprise. “Who did this to you?”


    “That little shit! He’s the one!” Dustin pointed at Frank right then, his eyes shing viciously


    as he red at the man. “Come on, boy! Weren’t you plenty amazing just now? Why don’t you do it


    again?”


    However, Bravo did a double take when he turned to look where Dustin was pointing.


    “Isn’t he the kid who saved the bossman?” He gúlped.


    Bravo’s boss, Kurt Stinson, had almost died at Flora Hall, but Frank had saved him almost effortlessly.


    Kurt had also told Bravo not to provoke the man…


    As such, on one hand was Dustin, an asional drinking buddy, while on the other was Frank, the


    man who saved his boss’s life.


    Bravo certainly knew who between those two he must never upset!


    “Shut the fuck up!” he bellowed and punched Dustin squarely in the back of his head! “Oof-”


    Dustin was left clutching the back of his head even as he turned in shock toward Bravo. “Why did you


    punch me?”


    “Punch you, did I? Well, I’ll kick you for good measure!” Bravo barked and leaped up to kick Dustin


    three meters away.


    Then, pointing at Frank, he said, “What do you think you are doing? That man saved Mr. Stinson’s life!”


    “What?!” Dustin was left gaping–that brat had actually saved Kurt Stinson’s life? Both Noel and Vicky


    were taken aback, staring at Frank in disbelief.


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    At the same time, Bravo hurried to Frank’s side, groveling. “I’m so sorry you and had to be disturbed,


    Mr. Lawrence. I apologize for our poor hospitality…”


    “We’re just here for dinner,” Frank said calmly. “It’s none of your concern.”


    your friends


    “Of course, Mr. Lawrence.” Bravo nodded. “Don’t worry about that piece of shit too, we’ll deal with


    him… What do you want to be done?”


    “The man was harassing a woman in broad daylight,” Vicky said. “Break his hand. See if he’d ever do it


    again.”


    “Yes, you’re right, mdy,” Bravo said in approval.


    She was leaning in Frank’s arms, and in Bravo’s mind, that meant she was Frank’s girl.


    How stupid could Dustin be that she would mess with Frank Lawrence’s girl?


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    He turned toward his men right then and barked, “Drag him out of here, and break his hand.”


    “Are you crazy?! Mr. Hudson is my boss!” Dustin eximed in shock–was Bravo being serious?!


    Bravo simply snorted. “Shut it. We’d have you beaten to a pulp even if he were here.”


    With those words, Bravo’s goons dragged Dustin out of the hotel, and blood–curdling screams could


    soon be heard!


    Bravo turned back toward Frank, groveling. “Is there anything else you need, Mr. Lawrence? Just say


    the word.”


    Frank shook his head. “I’m fine. I’m just here for dinner–just didn’t expect to run into simpletons.”


    “Oh…” Bravo nodded, though he nced between Noel and Vicky before whipping out a golden card


    with a smile. “Mr. Lawrence, this is a gold member card for our establishment. The penthouse suite is


    all yours–the bed in there can fit up to five people with no problem.” It was obvious that Frank was quite


    something, having twodies of such beauty at his side. It was most certainly going to be a long night


    for him…


    “Ahem… Alright, you can go now if there’s nothing else,” Frank told Bravo as he took the gold card.


    Who knew what freebies Bravo would give next if he was allowed to keep going!