Kurt snorted. “If Mr. Lawrence hit


    you,


    then you


    deserved it.”


    “Oof…” Greg was clutching his hip as he groaned, before turning toward Kurt in bewilderment. “Don’t


    we go way back, Mr. Costner? Why are you siding with that brat?”


    The security guards were all left dumbstruck as they looked on–was the brat somehow rted to Kurt?


    Kurt was ring at Greg in turn. “Mr. Lawrence is our client with a twenty million dor ount bnce


    in our bank. As for you… What do you even amount to?”


    A client who had just made a twenty million dor deposit, and a debtor who kept begging him for loans


    every other day–Kurt certainly knew who to side with!


    “What? Are you joking, Mr. Costner?” Gina eximed as she turned toward Frank in disbelief. “W–


    Where would he get twenty million?”


    Helen was certainly astounded by that fact too, while Kurt growled coolly, “What, are you saying Mr.


    Lawrence didn’t already make the deposit a moment ago? Vicky Turnbull herself wrote the check.”


    As Gina realized with a start, she wheeled on Frank, her eyes ring with jealousy!


    To think that woman would give him so much… he certainly knew how to suck up to people!


    On the other hand, Helen’s eyes shed in disappointment.


    What did Frank do to get twenty million?


    Still, she soon decided that it was not surprising that Frank appeared to be in such bad shape- Vicky


    must have squeezed him dry.


    However, Frank was only in bad shape because he was just involved in a big fight and was poisoned


    with Snowshade.


    Not only did he have to repress the poison with his essence, he was also shot in the hand- how could


    he look good after that?


    Kurt whipped out a golden card reverently just then. “This is a VIP ount card for our bank, Mr.


    Lawrence. Please hold on to it–you are eligible for many privileges we offer, and I will send the details


    to your pher.”


    “Thank you.”


    “It’s just our job.” Kurt beamed. “You’re most weed here.”


    Frank turned toward Bréndan/just then. “Your service is fine, but your head of security really should


    change his snobbish attitude.”


    Kurt shot Brendan a vicious/re right then. “Apologize right now!”


    The man’s knees seemed to cave as he promptly dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Lawrence!


    Please don’t hold it against me… I have a family to feed!”


    Frank waved him away nonchntly. “I won’t press the issue this time. But this must never happen


    again.”


    He had certainly seen too many sycophants like Brendan–they were no viins, but they were certainly


    no angels either.


    They were just peasants going with the flow, having no perspective of their own whatsoever.


    Frank certainly was not bothered to get petty with people like them.


    “Thank you, Mr. Lawrence!” Brendan eximed.


    Frank turned right then. “I’ll be going now. I have other things to do.”


    “I’ll see you out, Mr. Lawrence,” Kurt said eagerly and escorted Frank out of the building.


    Gina was left watching, her knuckles balling and eventually gave chase.


    “Mom, what are you doing?!” Helen was totally bewildered but had no choice other than to follow.


    Frank was going to get a cab after leaving the bank when someone snapped behind him, “Stop right


    there, Frank Lawrence!”


    Frank turned to find Gina running toward him. He asked coolly, “What is it?”


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    “Give it to me,” Gina demanded, holding out a hand.


    “Give what?” Frank frowned.