Chapter 88

Finn growled, “I’ll kill Frank Lawrence, one way or another!”

Still, as he calmed down, he suddenly asked, “I didn’t think he would bring that many martial elites. Do you know who was helping him?”

“No, sir…” His henchman replied.

“So it seems that he has backing.” Finn snorted in self–blame. “It seems that I’ve underestimated him.”

The henchman then said, “Actually, sir, I think the priority is to get out of Riverton. Frank Lawrence’s people must be looking for us, and it seems that they don’t want us to leave. We should return to Middleton for now. It won’t be too late to plan that man’s demise after.”

“Yeah.” Finn nodded in agreement and sighed exasperatedly. “I’ve already contacted Uncle Jermain-

he has a boat waiting for us.”

His two remaining henchmen breathed a sigh of relief at that.

It was clear they were no match for Frank given their numbers, and it was fortunate that Finn was not stubborn enough to stay in Riverton, or they would both be dead.

Unbeknownst to the trio, once they left the motel, Trevor’s people immediately spotted them.

Message was relayed from the bottom all the way to Frank, who immediately rushed to the port, ready to kill Finn!

Jermain Chandler’s boat was berthed and waiting at a secluded port when Finn arrived. Seeing his uncle, Finn hung his head in embarrassment. “Uncle Jermain.”

Jermain seemed to have expected him to fail and said calmly, “Guess things didn’t POS smoothly?”

“I was blindsided,” Finn replied awkwardly. “I haven’t even heard of Frank Lawrence, but it turns out he leads a whole gang in Riverton.”

“You should expect him to have that much backing when he took out Leo Grayson,” Jermain said flatly.

“But your mistake is understandable when you return to Middleton, stick with and learn from him.”

“Yes, Uncle Jermain.” Finn replied, nodding tamely and not daring to argue.

your father Once he boarded the boat and it started to unberth, over ten SUVS came bounding down the road towards the port. Once they stopped, Frank and Trevor promptly alighted and ran straight toward the pier.

Finn paled the instant he saw them, and promptly urged his uncle, “We have to go now, Uncle Jermain! That younger man is Frank Lawrence!”

Jermain was actually surprised that such a young man could thoroughly defeat his nephew, though he was not inclined to avenge Finn either.

He simply waved, and the boat started to steer away from the pier.

Trevor was left bellowing furiously from the pier, “Stop right there, Finn Chandler!”

Jermain stood on deck, clasping his hand behind his back as he calmly asked, “Sir, who do you think you are, ordering us Chandlers around?”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“The name’s Jermain Chandler,” he replied nonchalantly. “I’m Finn’s second uncle.”

“Do you know what your nephew did?” Frank shouted from across the river.

“Of course.” Jermain nodded. “But he’s a Chandler, and it’s not up to either of you to decide his fate.

Now, go home.”

Beside him, Finn was relieved to see that Frank and the others did not have a boat.

Leveling a gleeful look at Frank, he gloated, “I’ll admit I underestimated you this time, Frank Lawrence, but I’ve memorized your face now. You’ll be dead the next time I return!”