"That''s enough!"


    Gina sprang to her feet and yelled at Helen, "Can''t you just stop already?! Cindy is your cousin! Are


    you really so bent on pushing her over the brink?!"


    "Me, pushing her?!" Helenughed miserably. "I''m your daughter, Mom! Forget running to me after you


    split up with Dad—you even had to burden me with a dead weight like Cindy! And you know all too well


    how many terrible things she''s done—do you think I''m that stupid?"


    Then, ring at Gina, she continued, "Also, I weed you with open arms since you and Dad went


    your separate ways, but I never had a day of peace ever since you came! Youin because you


    can''t live like a trophy wife in Northstream, and me Grandfather for being strict with you—you even


    tricked me into divorcing Frank! You made me an enemy of Frank and drove Grandfather to his death!"


    "You and Cindy are certainly satisfied, but what about me?! Have you ever treated me like a daughter?!


    You''re just treating me like leverage against Dad!"


    Gina was left stumped at Helen''s tearful rant, but she also knew she had no excuses.


    "I-It''s all because..." she stammered. "I-I''m doing this for your own good! You''ll eventually get it..."


    "Hah!" Helen snorted, utterly disappointed in her mother.


    Nheless, as Helen revealed all the dirty deeds of the Lanes, the Graves, and the Lionhearts, none


    of them were smiling at that point—especially Wyll Graves.


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    His lips were shaking with rage, as his family never suffered such ignominy!


    "Sort out this mess, Chaz," he barked. "Or you''re disowned!"


    Chaz''s rage red even more at Wyll''s outburst, and he bellowed maniacally, "What are you fuckers


    spacing out for?! Go and kill them already!"


    Thest bodyguards the Graves family charged at Frank, barefisted since they could not carry


    weapons to the wedding ceremony.


    The Lionhearts'' bodyguards soon followed suit, and there were over a dozen men encircling Frank and


    Helen in an instant.


    Crash!


    Suddenly, the ss dome overhead shattered as a figure leapt down deftly, crashing resoundingly


    between Frank and the bodyguards.


    It was Burt Yorkman, who had long since made a full recovery.


    "Mr. Lawrence—I mean, brother! I came here as soon as I heard you were crashing a wedding!"


    Laughing coolly, he whipped out a sword, ring at the bodyguards around him as he bellowed, "Come


    at me if it''s death you seek!"


    Burt''s stunning entrance and the shattering ss dome sent all the guests fleeing outside, clutching


    their heads.


    "Stop! Get back here!" Chaz shrieked madly, his temple veins bulging.


    No one listened, however.


    Some of the calmer ones recognized the person with Frank—it was the top officer of Riverton, after all!


    "I-Is that Burt Yorkman, Riverton''s bestw enforcement officer?!"


    "It really is!"


    "And it looks like he''s on Frank''s side... he''s actually that well connected?!"


    "What are you spacing out for?! Kill them!" Wilbur was still bellowing at his bodyguards even as he hid


    beneath a pir.


    "Charge!" The bodyguards charged at Frank despite knowing that they would never beat Burt, but they


    had orders!


    Burt raised a brow. "What should we do, brother?"