Chapter 82

Frank whipped out his phone and dialed Chad’s number.

Chad, who was still at The Dynasty, just happened to be in the bathroom when he got the call.

He hesitated to answer but did so after some thinking, keeping his voice down. “Hello? Mr. Lawrence?

“Helen is in The Dynasty, isn’t she?” Frank asked bluntly.

“Well…”

Chad was at once bewildered–did Finn not just send his men after Frank?

son.

Guess that was a dud, and now, Frank’s question would determine which side he was on.

Finn or Frank?

w just wat Chad certainly had no idea–he to sit on the fence and join the side of the winner…

On the other end, seeing that Chad was not talking, Frank said coolly, “Just tell me–yes or no. If you’re telling the truth, I’ll spare you when I get there, and you’ll remain the kingpin of West City.”

Those words struck a chord within Chad.

If he served Finn, he would only amount to a lackey given that Finn himself answered to the Chandlers.

But if he served Frank, he would be the king of West City…

And after having a taste of power, it was virtually impossible to let go of it.

In that case, why not make a bet?

If he won, he might even become Frank’s confidant, if not right–hand man!

Hence, though he was sweating buckets, Chad ultimately gritted his teeth and said, “Yes,”

Frank nodded. “Good. You get to live.”

Chad then quickly added, “Finn Chandler brought a lot of people, Mr. Lawrence. He’s well prepared and he was after you in the first place. I really think you shouldn’t fight here at The Dynasty-”

Beep….

Chad had no idea if Frank heard him.

Frank had hung up before he could finish and quickly called Trevor.

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence?” Trevor asked reverently.

“It’s confirmed. Helen is at The Dynasty–bring your men along,” Frank said flatly.

“Right away, sir,” Trevor replied right then.

It was already very late, and Vicky was going to be asleep when she received a call from one of her people.

“Ms. Turnbull? Trevor Zurich has just brought all his bodyguards with him to The Dynasty.”

“What? What is he up to?”

Vicky was taken aback–Trevor himself owned several bars, so why would he go elsewhere?

“I’m not sure, but they are all armed to the teeth…”

“What?!” Vicky paled, and promptly called the staff at Verdant Hotel.

If she had to guess, Trevor’s sudden move must have something to do with Frank. Those two were obviously close friends, although Vicky had yet to find out their connection.

A receptionist answered Vicky’s call right away, “Yes, Ms. Turnbull?”

“Go to the penthouse suite right now. Check if Frank Lawrence is in his room.”

The receptionist sent a bellboy without hesitation, who was left dumbstruck as soon as he stepped in the front door.

“Ms. Turnbull…”

“What is it?”

“There are two dead bodies here, but Mr. Lawrence is nowhere to be seen…”

“Shit,” Vicky cursed and sprang out of her bed, gathering all the people she could and hurried to The Dynasty.

Meanwhile, Frank had arrived outside The Dynasty and met up with Trevor.

“Do you know what he looks like?” Frank asked coolly.

Trevor showed Frank a photo and gave Frank a brief rundown on what he knew. “Finn Chandler fourth son of the Chandlers from Middleton, somewhat competent. However, he’s also Marvin Chandler’s bastard.“.

“In that case, let’s kill him.“