Chapter 90
Jermain was stumped for a moment, but he quickly said, “Mr. Lawrence, our family has no quarrel with you. There’s no need to draw blood for a lowlife like Leo Grayson-”
“Leo Grayson? Really?” Frank snorted furiously. “Your nephew cut Helen’s face! He’ll pay for it with his life!”
“O–Over a woman?” Jermain was left bewildered. “She’s alive, isn’t she? And you’re demanding blood over something so frivolous?!”
“You should be rejoicing she’s alive,” Frank growled. “If she had been killed, every Chandler would die with her.”
“What…” Jermain was stumped again and had to compose himself for a moment. “Look, kid–we’ll give you anything you want in compensation. But you can’t kill Finn, or we’ll come for your head even if it’s the last thing we do!”
Even if Finn was a bastard with neither status nor influence, he was a Chandler, and there were so many people around them watching!
Whatever happened, it was not up to some nob*dy to end his life!
However, Frank simply snorted in disdain. “You can try.”
With those words, he swung his hand, flinging Finn out into the river!
“Argh!!!” Finn cried out in terror as he crashed into the river.
He swam as hard he could to reach the surface, gasping mouthfuls of air when he saw Frank leaping
off the boat.
He was once again leaping across the water, kicking a huge wave every time he did!
Finn paled in fear–Frank was clearly coming for him!
As Frank closed in, Finn promptly took a deep breath, intent on diving under to hide… But it was too
late.
Frank stamped his foot on Finn’s spine and used his b*dy to boost his jump to the riverbank!
All Finn felt was agony as his organs ruptured.
His lower b*dy was already gone and he was bleeding from every orifice, dyeing the river red!
“Go! Get him out of there!” Jermain yelled at the crew when he saw that, and they quickly steered the boat toward Finn.
However, Finn was barely breathing when they fished him out of the water.
“Uncle Jermain …” he gasped with difficulty, puking blood as he looked at Jermain. “Avenge… me…
And with that, his hands dropped limply at his side.
Jermain was left staring blankly–his nephew was killed just like that, with just one kick from Frank!
Beside Jermain, a b*dyguard promptly asked, “Sir, should we get that bastard?”
Finn’s henchmen flinched at those words–they needed more people for that!
Jermain certainly knew they were no match for Frank too. Crossing the river again would be suicidal!
Gritting his teeth, he shook his head as he slowly got up and glared at Frank on the other side of the
river.
“We Chandlers will remember this, brat!” Jermain bellowed.
Frank glanced at him with interest in turn. “Hmm. Seems like you’re upset about this?”
At those words, Frank poised himself, ready to attack!
“Hmph!” Jermain snorted, but he promptly retreated behind his b*dyguards and barked at the crew to set sail.
After all, Frank’s move had terrified him.
All he could do was snort coolly and flee–the first thing he must do now was to inform the family!
