Trevor was hardly young, but he would die in service of Frank.


    He gritted his teeth as he picked up a bottle of red wine and chugged it, but he was already flushed to


    his ears halfway through one.


    On the other hand, Frank remained perfectly fine even as he emptied his bottle and watched as Trevor


    wobbled as if on the brink. "You don''t have to push yourself, Trevor."


    "No... Stop it, Mr. Lawrence... All that I am... is because..." Trevor mumbled unintelligibly, clearly out of


    the game already.


    Frank shook his head in exasperation and beckoned at Trevor''s bodyguard who stood by the doorway.


    "Send him home," Frank said. "He''s been wearing himself out worrying about me—he ought to get


    some proper rest."


    Trevor struggled even as he was taken away, while Frank was left sitting alone and drinking away his


    sorrows at the spacious booth.


    Soon, there were rows of bottles lining his table, though Frank was not using his Birthright rank abilities


    to nullify the alcohol''s effects. In fact, he started to feel drunk under the pressure.


    "Hey, isn''t that.?"


    A group of young people strode into The Dynasty just then. Their leader, who looked stereotypically


    thuggish with a lip piercing, had Aria in his arms and was flirting happily together.


    She was dressed mboyantly in a camisole, her permed hair spread loose and her makeup thick. She


    was a lot less conservativepared to Winter, though they were both college students.


    Still, she spotted Frank at his booth under the dimly lit room, with rows of bottles in front of him.


    "What are you doing here, Frank?" she asked as she snuggled up to Frank, abandoning the thug


    leader while deliberately pulling down her camisole to bare her pronounced cleavage.


    "Hmm?" Frank''s eyelids felt heavy, and he tilted his head in thought as he stared at Aria for a moment.


    "Oh, if it isn''t Aria Lond, Winter''s ssmate." He nodded when he finally remembered.


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    "Oh, you." Aria pouted unhappily. "You can skip that act when we''re outside—do I still look like a child


    to you?"


    "Hehe. To what do I owe the pleasure?"


    Frank was drunk, but he was still conscious enough to tell Aria could be more than a handful.


    He tried to move to another seat to keep his distance, but Aria simply followed him, sitting so close she


    was almost pressing herself on him.


    "Who is he, Aria?" Tuck, the thug boss, strode over to them, his eyes shing with jealousy as he


    red at Aria leaning on Frank.


    "Shit, he can really drink!" one of Tuck''s boys eximed as he saw the piles of bottles beside him.


    "Shut up." Tuck red at him in annoyance as he walked up to Aria, his tone clearly angry. "I''m asking


    you—who is he?"


    "What''s it to you?" Aria rolled her eyes and sneered in disdain, clearly dumping him right then.


    "You bitch..." Tuck was thoroughly incensed and turned on Frank, pointing at him as he threatened, "I


    don''t know who you are, kid, but learn your ce and fuck off, you hear?!"


    "Who do you think you are to tell Frank to leave?" Aria sprang to her feet, standing akimbo as Tuck was


    clearly harassing Frank. "You should be the one to learn your ce, Tuck! You''ll suffer if you upset


    him!"