Chapter 170
Chris Steiner, the man in the suit, asked, “What happened here, nurse?”
“She was assaulted and passed out,” the nurse replied. “Who are you?”
“I was her classmate…”
“Then, could you contact her family?” the nurse asked immediately.
“O–Of course,” Chris quickly said.
“Come with us.”
“Okay.” Chris nodded and got into the ambulance.
Right after they left, James Wesley and his men arrived at Mansion 13, where they found the place littered with corpses.
Frank was the only one alive, sitting nonchalantly on the couch.
“You’re Frank Lawrence?!” James demanded angrily.
Frank nodded casually.
“Where’s my son?!” James then asked the question which he was most concerned about.
Frank pointed at a bedroom, and James rushed inside without a word.
He was left bawling hysterically to see his son’s gruesome death before his face contorted savagely.
“You bastard!” he screamed at Frank. “Who do you think you are, killing my son?!”
“Why not?” Frank replied, slowly rising to his feet. “Your son tricked my ex–wife and tried to force himself on her.”
“Your ex–wife?” James searched his memory. “Helen Lane?!”
Frank nodded.
James actually knew that his son had put considerable effort into wooing Helen but tried to dissuade him. He told Sean that he should look to heiresses who had more money and influence–in comparison to such utility, beauty was pointless.
Regrettably, his son did not listen.
Even so, he snapped furiously at Frank, “Your ex–wife has nothing to do with you anyway! My son can do whatever he wants!!
“Your son can do whatever he wants?” Frank snorted. “What a coincidence–I wanted to kill him, and that’s what I did. Anyway, I told you to come to issue a warning: harass Helen again, and I won’t mind wiping out your family.”
“You?! Wipe us out?!” James rose to his feet, glaring viciously at Frank as if he could skin him right then. “Who do you think you are?! You’ll die for what you did to my son!”
Turning toward his men, he bellowed, “Beat him to an inch of his life! I want him to suffer!”
His b*dyguards all drew their weapons, ready to attack Frank…
Bang!
Suddenly, the mansion doors were kicked wide as Robert and his people arrived on the scene, encircling the entire place.
“Nob*dy move!” he barked.
James was dumbfounded to see the governor’s forces arrive. “Mr. Quill?”
“What do you think you’re doing, James Wesley?” Robert demanded.
His family was certainly no match for the governor’s influence, so James had to calm himself down to speak. “Mr. Quill, that man killed my son, and I shall have my revenge today. Do not interfere-”
Robert slapped James across the face right then. “Do you even know what your son did? Who do you think you are, trying to lay a finger on Frank?!”
James was left stunned by the slap, just as he realized that Robert was on Frank’s side. “Are you serious, governor?! Are you really helping that bastard?!”
“Frank’s my son–in–law. No one gets to touch him as long as I’m around,” Robert said bluntly right then.
