Bang!


    Frank kicked a hole into Noel''s mansion for the sake of efficiency, and it was still smoking as he strode


    inside through the debris.


    Willy and Noel were right there, and Noel screamed as she saw the golden eyes moving through the


    smoke.


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    "It''s alright, Ms. York. I''m here to save you."


    Noel calmed down when she heard the mild voices, her pupils dting in disbelief when she saw the


    towering figure striding inside. "M-Mr. Lawrence..."


    "I''m here." Frank strode to her side, shielding her while everyone was still restless to prevent her from


    being used as a hostage.


    He studied her a little and breathed a sigh of relief—she only had a bathrobe covering her voluptuous


    figure, but Willy had yet to do anything to her.


    He made it just in time.


    Zam strode up just then, glowering at Frank as he barked, "Who are you?! You''re intruding in the


    Soranos'' turf, and you maimed the family heir!"


    "The Soranos'' turf?" Frank chuckled coolly as he subtly pulled Noel behind him. "All I know is that this


    is Noel York''s mansion, and you and your dogs are the ones invading a private property. That''s not all


    — you would allow Ms. York''s modesty to be defiled?! What is thiswlessness?! Get out of here right


    now!"


    Frank''s insolence left Zam glowering. "I don''t know who you are or what you''re capable of, but haven''t


    you heard of the Soranos of Morhen? Mess with us, and you''ll die horribly!"


    "Frank." Noel tugged on Frank''s sleeve worriedly—she was touched that Frank could save her, but she


    did not want him to make an enemy of the Soranos for her sake.


    No matter how strong he was, could he afford such a powerful foe?!


    "Don''t worry." Frank gave her an assuring look before looking up at Zam. "And? Do you really think


    being a Sorano works for anyone? You have five seconds to leave, or you''ll be staying here


    permanently."


    Holding up his palm, Frank started to count down. "Five!"


    "Brat." Zam was incensed—who was this Frank Lawrence? How could he not give a damn about the


    Soranos?


    Could he be a member of the Lawrence family from Morhen?!


    That was impossible—they had fallen to anonymity and everyst member had moved down south.


    They would never return to the East Coast...


    So who on earth gave this brat the confidence?!


    While Zam quickly eliminated various possibilities, Frank had slowly lowered his thumb.


    "Four!"