There was an urgent knock on his door just then, and Frank opened it to find a man he did not


    recognize.


    Still, his finely tailored suit made it clear he was not your average Joe, and there was a burly ck-


    d bodyguard behind him.


    “Who are you?” Frank asked.


    Tidus did not waste his breath and asked bluntly, “Frank Lawrence? I’m Gerald Simmons‘ son.”


    Frank promptly understood. “It seems your father’s condition is worse than I thought.”


    Tidus seized his cor right then. “You did something to him, didn’t you?!”


    His father was perfectly fine despite being sick on asion but was suddenly dying after meeting this


    brat!


    He really doubted this brat was innocent!


    Frank simply smiled. “Your father is gued with multiple conditions, with his thorax being maimed


    during his younger days. It was always on the verge of aggravation. Also, I just need to lift my finger


    and he’d be dead–why go through so much trouble?”


    Tidus considered that for a long while before eventually growling, “You’reing with me to help my


    dad. You can ask for anything you want once he’s cured–if you don’t, I’ll cripple you, your connection


    with Vicky Turnbull be damned.”


    Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”


    “You can think of it that way,” Tidus replied staunchly.


    Frank moved right then, seizing Tidus‘ wrist and clenching, dislocating it from his shoulder in an


    instant!


    ring at him contemptibly, Frank growled, “I hate being threatened.”


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    “What… Get him!” Tidus barked at the bodyguard, who promptly swung a punch at Frank’s face!


    Frank answered it with his own fist.


    Pow!


    “Argh!!!” the bodyguard yelled–his knuckle was left deformed as he stumbled backward!


    Tidus was left dumbstruck right then.


    Governor Quill was the one who had handpicked that bodyguard. But even at his level, the brat broke


    Governor Quill’s hand with just a single punch?!


    Frank turned back toward Tidus just then, looking downward at him coolly. “If you want to save your


    dad, tell him toe see me. You are in no position to speak with me.”


    “What-”


    Before Tidus could finish, Frank had already kicked him out of his room.


    Beside Tidus, even the bodyguard was fuming. “Sir, what do we do now?”


    Tidus was helpless either way.


    They were supposed to ask Frank to help treat his father, only to fail and end up being given a beating.


    “Let’s go back for now. The brat’s too cocky,” he growled.


    Meanwhile, at Gerald’s residence, every VIP there had shown up after hearing that he was in critical


    condition.


    Among them were Kenny Sparks, master of Skyde Dojo, and Norman Schmidt, chief of Riverton’s


    commerce guild.


    “Dan, is there really no saving Gerald?” Norman was just asking.


    Dan shook his head and said, “Ms. Turnbull did mention that Frank Lawrence could, however. Tidus


    has left to get him.”


    Norman gasped. “That brat again? Is it true what he said, that Gerald has a coronary artery disease?”


    “I don’t know.” Dan shook his head again, chagrined.


    “Master Tidus has returned!” a servant announced loudly right then, drawing everyone’s attention.