Naturally, the drowsy man who alighted was none other than Frank himself.


    Helen was no fool-everything about this was suspicious, as not only did Luna call her in the middle of


    the night, but she was also telling Helen to hurry back to Laneville.


    If Mark was really looking for her, he would have asked Gavin to make contact.


    While Helen was afraid to ask, she thought about it and decided to bring Frank along.


    He just happened to be sleepy and was lying down for a nap on the backseat, which in turn kept him


    out of sight.


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    However, while rk, Gable, and their goons were taken aback as Frank alighted, rk soon


    recovered.


    Leering at Frank gleefully, he chuckled. "Oh, Helen... So that''s your lowlife ex-husband, huh?"


    "Highwaymen... blocking the road?" Frank was jolted to his senses by rk''s mocking and pointed at


    himself nkly. "Lowlife ex-husband? You mean me?" "Hahaha... Look around you. Is there anyone


    else here?" rk, Gable, and their goons were allughing at Frank''s dyed reaction.


    Nheless, Frank calmly met rk''s leer and replied solemnly, "First of all, there are plenty of


    lowlifes around here, and I''m not the worst of them." "Also..." Frank then grinned and pulled Helen


    toward himself by her waist. "I''m not her ex-husband." "Oh, you..." Helen blushed even as she felt the


    warmth of his hand on her waist, suddenly shy like a maiden despite being the ice queen CEO of Lane


    Holdings.


    The goons were certainly left dumbstruck.


    "Shit, rk! That''s amazing... We have to get a taste!" "Exactly. You can''t blus for this!" rk did not


    respond to the goons'' sleazy catcalls, because he was busy being sleazy too.


    Even if Helen was his niece, she was just beautiful beyond words! Hell, there were not many women


    across Draconia who could match her beauty, let alone Riverton! "Really? You intend to dishonor my


    woman?" Frank strode up, shielding Helen behind let 2. poverimself as he smiled at the around him.


    "Did you ask for permission first?" belongs to english"Fuck off. Who needs your permission?" "Exactly.


    Who do you think you are?" "Let''s see if you can still talk tough when we cut off your arm!" The jeers


    around Frank left him exasperated.


    He paused for a moment before ward rk and Gable, wet clearly the leas 2014 asked, "So, who are


    you two?" "They''re my uncles, Frank," Helen quickly said. "They''re the ones who burnt down the farm."


    "Really?" Frank rubbed his chin, chuckling.


    This was perfect-if they were in Laneville, he would not have an excuse to deal with these two.


    However, they had to present themselves gift-wrapped like this... talk about unfortunate timing.


    Moreover, he was not particrly busy now that he was done refining the herbal bath extract, and he


    was now studying rk and Gable with a look amusement. "So, you''re the who burnt down the farm?"


    "Yes, we did." Gableughed darkly.