As the elevator reached its destination and jingled, Peter clenched his knuckles as he growled viciously under his breath, "At the very least, I will die a man, and not a dog." Frank did a double take even as he stared at the man.


    Soon, Peter and Frank were striding down a hallway.


    When they opened the huge doors of Kit''s office, they found over twenty burly bodyguards standing on either side of the desk in the middle of the office, as if they had been waiting.


    Behind the desk sat a man who resembled Larry Jameson but was clearly a few years younger.


    "Hehehe..." He chuckled with a pipe between his lips, watching Peter and Frank coolly. "Wee, head of Lanecorp''s health and security department, was it? I heard you wereing to see me?" "You''re Kit Jameson?" Frank remained undaunted despite the towering, menacing security guards around them, even slowly walking up to Kit''s desk.


    "Indeed, I am." Kit nodded.


    "I''vee to tell you two things."


    "Really? Do tell," Kit replied, lowering his pipe and appearing to be listening attentively.


    "Firstly, I''vee to thank you."


    "Thank me? For what?" Kit was actually puzzled.


    "Heh..."


    Frank nced nonchntly behind to look at Peter, who was panting from the tension in the room, before turning back to look Kit in the eye and chuckling. "For giving thatnd lot to Peter, which then fell into my hands. It''s really valuable now, so I have you to thank for that."


    As soon as Frank finished, all the bodyguards took one step forward toward them, each of them ring hostilely as if ready to attack in an instant.


    On the other hand, Kit did a double take before roaring withughter, pping his thigh.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    "Hahaha! You''re a riot, Mr.


    Lawrence. Though you must know


    that humor is one thing, and you should look at the time and ce too One should know when they shouldn''t push their luck..."


    His tone became colder as he trailed off and tapped his pipe on his ashtray.


    Frank, however,pletely ignored him and continued, "Secondly, I''vee to inform you that there''s going to be a new boss in Zomber Tower." Bang!


    Kit was at once incensed, mming his hand violently on the table.


    He sprang to his feet, glowering and bellowing, "Do you know what you''re saying, Mr. Lawrence?! Do you want to get yourself killed?!"


    All at once, the security guards around him were bellowing.


    "Don''t waste your breath with him, Mr. Jameson! He obviously came to mess around!"


    "I''ll take him down right now, sir! Let''s cut off his arms and talkter!"


    Nheless, Kit stood, sping his hands behind his back, restraining himself as he growled, "I''ve looked into you, Frank Lawrence. You suddenly showed up in Riverton and married Helen Lane, and you were chased out when her family hit it rich. Somehow, you ended up hooking up with Vicky Turnbull-so you''re nothing but a manwhore?!"


    With that, Kit started to bellow every word. "Who has your back now?! The Turnbulls?! Are the Turnbulls expanding into Zamri now?!"


    Frank was taken aback by Kit''s outburst, surprised that Kit would do a background check on him.


    Fortunately, however, Kit never found out who he really was, instead presuming that he was Vicky''s sugar baby.