As Frank hung up, he finally arrived outside Lane Manor.


    A doorman promptly stopped him, snapping sternly, "I''m sorry, Mr. Lawrence, but Mr. Graves gave


    express instructions not to let you drive inside."


    Aria wound down her window and snapped at the doorman, "Hey! This is in disrespect! You have no


    right!"


    Frank stopped her. "Forget it. I''m not nning to stay anyway."


    He simply parked by the curb and headed inside Lane Manor with Aria.


    He immediately found Chaz and Donald having a particrly happy chat, and Donald''s eyes went red


    the instant he saw Frank.


    Enemies really cannot stay in the same room. Although Donald was not about to start a fight just then,


    he shed a sarcastic, savage smile at Frank. "Cherish yourst days, Mr. Lawrence."


    "When''s your son''s funeral? Do send an invite to Skywater Bay—I''ll definitely be there."


    Frank would naturally not take his jibe lying down, and his single remark certainly struck Donald where


    it hurt.


    "You bastard!" Donald almost exploded right then but eventually snorted as he turned and stormed off,


    his eyes shing viciously. "Let''s see how much longer you''re going to strut!"


    On the other hand, seeing that Frank was being unruly, Chaz sneered at him as he lectured haughtily,


    "Watch yourself, Frank. You''re in my house—you wouldn''t even be allowed in if not for Henry Lane''s


    funeral."


    "Just shut up," Frank shot back, unbothered, as he pulled Aria along into the manor.


    His contempt left Chaz gritting his tooth too, though he was soon chuckling. "Go on, keep puffing


    yourself up. The Lionhearts already know that you''re seducing Vicky Turnbull, and they will send a


    Skyrank elite next week. Let''s see what happens then!"


    On the other hand, Frank''s heat stung as he strode inside to find Helen in front of Henry''s casket, but


    he did not react.


    After all, the manor was silent as soon as he entered, and anyone could feel the enmity that the Lanes


    felt toward Helen''s ex-husband.


    Gina and Cindy especially could kill him right then.


    Aria frowned in turn, ring at Gina as she pursed her lips. "What do you think you''re looking at? Frank


    came to mourn Mr. Lane, not to suffer your dead face."


    Dead face?!" Gina''s turned pale.


    Even Frank was a little annoyed—Aria''s choice of words was really poor when Henry''s casket was right


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    there.


    Still, life returned to Helen''s face as she wheeled on Aria, ring at her fixedly as she snapped angrily,


    "Who are you? Were you even invited?! Get out!"


    Aria simply folded her arms before her chest with a look of disdain. "You have no right to tell me to


    leave. Frank and I are here to mourn Henry Lane, and it has nothing to do with you."


    "Frank...?"


    Helen finally turned and realized that a familiar figure was standing there with them.


    She bit her lip, but her gaze dulled before she said what was on her mind.


    Frank snapped at Aria, "Shut up. Leave if you intend to keep causing trouble."


    Aria''s eyes welled up with miserable tears. "It''s unfair how they''re mistreating you, Frank! Just look at


    them—they''re not weing us at all!"