Dennis snapped, "I did not ask if you or my son is at fault, Frank! I''m Bill''s father, and I won''t just y nice to the man who crippled him-even if I can''t beat you now, someone else will!" "I will tell Gene Pearce about this!" He snorted coldly. "We''ve been friends for years, so if you want to live, break your own balls ande to my house to apologize to my son... or else!" "Exactly. Once Mr. Pearce takes action, you will suddenly realize who''s right." Hugh sneered beside Dennis.


    It was obvious that Hugh was using Dennis'' connection to Gene to get rid of Frank, as he was convinced Frank was a dead man if Gene made his move.


    After all, the man had both the money and connections, while Hugh did not have to do a thing to kill Frank and avenge Sif Lionheart.


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    However, Frank remained undaunted. In fact, he was puzzled. "Dennis, may I just ask if you''re actually close with Gene Pearce?"


    Dennis stiffened at Frank''s question, feeling caught just then.


    Still, he was


    not


    about to show


    weakness in front of his enemy and


    sneered. Of course I am. I''ve worked under him for years and served him loyally. A request for him to crush an insect like you is no request at all, so you''d better-"


    "Alright, alright." Frank waved him off, pursing his lips wryly. "After all that, you''re just saying you''re hispdog, and now, you have to wag your tail just to get him to do anything to me."


    Even as Frank sighed, Dennis realized that Frank was right, but nheless, he snapped, "Shut up! Mr. Pearce respects me. He doesn''t treat me like a ve!"


    "That''s not the point." Frank chuckled shaking his head. "You have one chance, Dennis. Listen to me and let it go-don''t ask Gene toe after me, or you''ll have bitten off more than what you can chew."


    With that, he left nonchntly, while his contemptible words left Dennis mming his knuckle on the table violently.


    "What a prick!" he growled. "He crippled my stand and still struts around! I''m not going to let this slide!"


    "Exactly. You shouldn''t." Hugh


    nodded and assured Dennis, "You


    have nothing to worry about. Just ask Mr. Rearce for help-when the timees, I will liaise with my family. No one, be it Glen or Vicky, would hold a grudge or seek reprisals."


    Feeling Hugh''s sincerity, Dennis nodded gratefully. "In that case, I have nothing more to worry about. Thank you, Mr. Turnbull!" "Hehe..." Hugh''s grin broadened.