"Frank!" Helen snapped in disappointment. "What's your problem? Is it too much to ask of you to humble yourself for a change?!"

"Why should I humble myself?" Frank was angered right then and shot back coolly, "You never believe me anyway, so there's nothing to discuss here. Go pursue your own happiness! It's over between us! I'll stay away, and you should too!" This is property © of .

He shook off Helen's tug and strode out of Riverplex Dojo.

"Frank!" Helen stumbled even as she tried to chase after him, but he left without turning back.

She was left against a pillar, hiding her face in her palms miserably as she slowly dropped to a crouch.

She simply could not understand. "Why... Why do you always have to be stubborn?!"

On the other hand, Chaz was cursing Frank under his breath for ruining his plans.

However, Helen's reaction made it obvious that he had a chance too.

Hurrying to her, he comforted her. "It's alright, Helen. You don't have to beat yourself over your exhusband."

"I'm tired, Chaz. Take me home," Helen said.

"Sure," Chaz gave up, seeing that today was a no-go.

He watched as Frank's Maybach left, his eyes narrowing murderously as a dangerous idea took root.

Helen would never give up on Frank as long as he was alive.

And since Frank had the Turnbulls' backing, he just had to work on the Turnbulls.

Once Frank lost their support or was even deemed a threat, he would be insignificant! -

Frank was never this furious even when his sect was destroyed or when Helen divorced him.

A three-year marriage, and his quiet protection—all for this.

He actually thought that anyone could do whatever they wanted with him now.

Not only did he have to keep secret that he was treating a bitch like Luna Lane, but Helen repeatedly

doubted him.

Enough was enough.

His Maybach engine rumbled as it thundered down the road, and he calmed down just as he returned

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Lo Jixyvvaiei uay.

He sighed lengthily, remembering Henry's ancient face and the moment he saved his life.

He was now home, and he relaxed a little as well.

"Winter? I'm home—"

Before Frank could finish, he found Carol passed out on the ground, bleeding from the head.

"Mrs. Lawrence?! What happened?! Winter!!!"

He yelled into the house even as he carried Carol into the hilltop mansion.

No one answered, and Frank felt his heart sink with a foreboding sensation.

After getting Carol inside, he saw the food strewn all over the floor.

He felt embittered, knowing that Carol had come over to cook for him.

Quickly treating Carol's head injury, he took out his phone and called Trevor Zurich... only to see the many missed calls from Winter.

He had been too angry to realize that!

"Trevor."

"Mr. Lawrence."