Jim had the right idea-Frank had gone to Sorano Estate for payback.


    Every the remembered the torture Nash had been put through only further fueled his rage, murderous


    intent, and profound guilt.


    Not only did the man allow him to stay in his house, but he also got hurt because of him.


    If Kat found out, even she would surely not react well to him.


    "You''re going to die, Willy Sorano!" Frank growled, clenching his fist as his eyes shed with fury.


    He would make everyone pay for what they did to Nash, be it Willy or anyone else who was involved in


    torturing Nash! He would not hold back, even if it meant war against the Soranos! He strode out of the


    hospital, getting into a taxi that took him straight to Sorano Estate, since Helen had left in his car.


    He just so happened to run into the sbodyguard Nash spoke of.


    "What are you doing here, kid?" the bodyguard asked loftily.


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    Just as Nash had said, he was no more than a glorified doorman, but he was utterly despicably


    haughty because of who he served. "Is Willy Sorano here?" Frank asked as he strode up to him.


    "Mr. Sorano?" The bodyguard looked Frank from head to toe, his eyes soon showing disdain when he


    saw the taxi that was leaving. The man had to take a taxi? What, he could not even afford a car?!


    Deciding right then that Frank didnot amount to anything, he waved Frank away like he was a fly,


    shooting him a sideways re of contempt. "Not everyone gets to meet Mr. Sorano. Who do you think


    you are, calling him by name? Take a good look in the mirror... Urgh, what day is it? First it''s sgeezer


    looking for Mr. Zeller, and now it''s sbroke ass brat looking for Mr. Sorano-" "What was that? A geezer


    looking for Mr. Zeller?" Frank pressed on purpose.


    "Hmph." The bodyguard sneered at Frank, his tone impatient, "You want to know what happened? You


    had to be here to see it for yourself. By the tthe ambnce cfor him, all his Bones were broken, but he


    kept holding on to spills, saying that it''s Mr. Lawrence''s pills and shouldn''t go to waste. Oh, it was such


    a riot..." Suddenly, the bodyguard felt the air around him turning cold, and he looked up at Frank in


    shock to find his murderous re.


    "W-What are you doing?! Who are you?!" He stumbled backward, feeling that his life was in danger just


    from Frank''s presence.


    "I''m the Mr. Lawrence you were talking about," Frank said and seized him by the throat.


    "Gurk-what, let go of me... The We will kill you for this...


    your knees and I might even forgive you" belongs to englishS your knees auet sw Even now, he


    was still posturing with his masters'' importance!