Ch. 1401..1410

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1401-Frank scowled at the fawning Bode, snorting coldly.

"I want this lady as my agent," he said, pointing at Lydia. "Everyone else can stay away."

"Oh…"

While Bode was taken aback that all his sycophancy fell on deaf ears, he remained unfettered.

They handle plenty of bigwigs in this line of business, and they would usually prove eccentric or bad-tempered.

Still, they would not upset them for the sake of sales-in fact, Bode was still smiling even as Frank chased him away, "Sure, of course. Since you and Lydia are already acquainted, she will be ideal to assist you."

Then, he shot Lydia a look, who nodded in acknowledgement.

Having received Frank as a client before, she knew that he was countless times more reliable than Claude.

Still, before she could reach Frank, Claude, who had been standing aside and studying Frank suddenly strode up between her and Frank.

"Hey, kid… tell me, is there something going on between you and Lydia?" he demanded.

Everyone in the room was left dumbfounded, aside from Mona, who was still wolfing down potato chips.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Lydia frowned.

She never even had a boyfriend ever since she graduated college and had always stayed on her best behavior.

In fact, she only gave in because Claude was threatening her father, and what Claude said was clearly an insult!

"Come on, kid. Your acting is just so lousy."

Claude strøde up, looking Frank from head to toe, even flicking his collar in disdain as he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Why don't you put on better clothes before you try to play the sympathy card?"

"Play the sympathy card?"

Bode was taken aback. "What are you talking about, Mr. Dresden?"

"Yeah. Don't keep us on tenterhooks," Jane said, putting down the tea she just brought.

"Hmph."

Claude calmly took the tea and had a sip before saying quietly, "He's obviously Lydia's simp."

"What?!" Bode and Jane were both left stunned.

Lydia was left staring at Frank blankly too-whenever did she get a simp?

Also, how could Frank be a simp when he could afford two Maybachs at once?!

While Lydia believed she had the looks and stood out in a crowd, was not at the level where bigwigs would break the bank forbishe At best, she had a slight advantage as her good looks were more natural But even now, she could see that the girl beside Frank right now was prettier once she cleaned herself up.

While she did have admirers, many presumed that she had loose morals when they found out about her job and gave up.

There were also the rich kids or sleazy geezers, though she was naturally not interested in them.

Naturally, they were not interested either and just wanted some fun at most.

Lydia knew all of that, but there was nothing she could do about it either.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1402-While Lydia was left spacing out, Claude walked up, putting a hand around her waist while grinning at Frank. "I've seen many idiots like you trying to act like the hero, swooping in to save a beauty. Did you think you and Lydia's double act could trick me or anyone around here? Hah! Save your breath!"

"Double act?!"

Bode was left hesitant, but after looking at Frank's tattered clothes, he came to his senses and was instantly furious from being tricked!

"How dare you! You were tricking me, and you have the balls to snap at me?!" he bellowed.

In the end, Frank was not someone who bought a Maybach. He was just Lydia's simp, and he came not to buy a car, but to save Lydia from Claude.

Buying a Maybach?! The likes of him?!

Nearby, Jane's face fell in humiliation as she realized she had been tricked too.

Just then, Claude smirked as he continued, "You really know how to talk big, brat! Bullshiting with giving up on a million-dollar Maybach just because it broke? Buying a new car instead of getting it repaired?! And now you're buying a Veyron?! Even my dad can't afford it!

"And you lied without ever blinking an eye-I have to give it to you that you have talent for acting. Hell, I almost fell for it!"

Claude actually felt his gut gnawing even as he prattled on, since there was no way he could afford a Veyron either.

Still, he presumed from Frank's clothes that he was no rich kid, let alone a business executive.

As such, there was only one possibility-Frank came for Lydia.

Claude believed Lydia must have called her earlier to bail her out, which led to this.

If anything, Claude's theory was flawless it would take someone et ungodly rich to give up on a Maybach on a whim, and then limited sports car soon after.

buy a And was there any rich kid of this caliber in Zamri? Evidently not.

Bode realized that too, especially since he had the photos and phone numbers of every rich and powerful individual in Zamri, and Frank was not among them.

As everything lined up with Claude's theory, Bode abandoned all pretext, whipped out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Bring all your man, Quill!" he barked. "We have a turd in the punch bowl!!"

Once he hung up, he wheeled on Frank with a savage glare as he growled, "You're a dead man now! How dare you fuck with me… You really should've asked around to find out who I am first!"

"Fuck!"

Jane in turn splashed the boiling tea at Lydia, shrieking, "You bitch! How dare you spurn Mr. Dresden and put up some stupid act with your simp!"

Then, she lunged at Lydia, tearing at her hair and face while screaming, "Acting like a chaste maiden, huh?! Let me tear your face into pieces right now-let's see how you can keep doing it now!"

Claude simply stood by, looking on in amusement and showing no intention to intervene.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1403-"No…"

Lydia was clutching her head even as Jane stomped on her and kicked her viciously in the stomach.

All Lydia could do was cry in frustration, not even understanding how things turned out like this.

Frank looked on, his glare icy.

"Stop," he growled, but Jane was not showing any sign of stopping.

Frank strode up right then, catching her by the wrist and snapping, "I told you to stop, you hear?!"

"Fuck you! I still had yet to get you back for fucking with us, and you're already messing with us again?!"

Laughing coolly, Jane swung her other hand at Frank to slap him.

Frank was incensed right then.

Instead of dodging, he caught Jane's wrist and squeezed.

There was a vague crunch of bones, and Jane dropped to the floor, her arms suddenly limp as she screamed like a gutted pig. "Fucking brat! How dare you mess up my turf!"

Bode was incensed seeing his lover being hurt by Frank.

Nonetheless, that was when a large group of goons came charging into the entrance, led by a thug sporting a mohawk.

He was chewing on bubble gum and had a look as if he was above everyone else.

"Which one's the troublemaker, boss?" he asked Bode.

"That one!" Bode bellowed furiously, pointing at Frank.

"Alright. Let's get to work, boys!" The goon leader beckoned at his men with his steel pipe.

They wasted no breath and laughed savagely as they surrounded Frank.

Frank simply looked on, perfectly calm.

Lydia came to her senses just then and The Run, Mr. Lawrence!

are Mr. Swain's goons… they are all murderers!" al "Run? Hah, too late!"

Bode laughed viciously. "You will pay for playing me like a fiddle, you prick! You can afford a Veyron? Holde yourself in a fight? Why don't you beat up all my men too?!"

"Hmph."

Frank snorted coolly. "Against small fries like you? That's beneath me."

He was going to whip out the gold card that Gene gave him to reveal who he was.

But seeing how conceited Bode was, ready to attack him, he decided to teach these people a lesson to remember. Clapping his hand on Mona's shoulder, he chuckled. "Time to work."

"Mmm…" Mona's cheeks were stuffed with potato chips.

Still, she nodded in acknowledgement of her mission, assuming a fighting stance as the goons closed in menacingly.

"Come at me if you're not afraid of dying," she said, but she was still munching so much that she was unintelligible.

The goons' eyes lit up, seeing that they were up against a young girl.

And she had quite the pretty face!

The goon leader barked right then, "Remember, beat up that man, break all his bones, and feed him to the dogs! As for the gal, tie her up, clean her up… and then we'll have some fun"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1404-"Yes, boss!" The goons laughed savagely even as they charged at Mona.

Finally munching on the last chip, Mona laughed coolly. "Well, you asked for it!"

With those words, she raised her foot into the air and brought it down on the scalp of a goon's head… and left it dented.

Then, she launched a punch against a smirking goon reaching out to grab her.

"She's a martial-"

Panic showed on the goon's face, and he was sent flying even before he could finish, a knuckle print on his chest as he crashed through the glass wall nearby.

"Shit!"

The other goons around them were stunned by the sight-none of them expected a young girl to be that strong!

"What, didn't you want to have fun?"

Mona laughed coolly and lunged at the goons even as they hesitated. "Since you're not moving, you can't blame me for this!"

Pow!

With an upper hook, Mona sent another screaming goon flying, his head crashing into the ceiling.

Then, moving like a gale, she grabbed the goon leader by his mohawk and threw him.

"Argh!!!"

A large chunk of the goon leader's hair was ripped off, and he squealed even as he bled profusely from the scalp.

"Watch it."

Frank was frowning, since Mona threw that goon leader very near the Veyron he wanted to buy.

And with a kick, Frank sent the goon leader flying like a soccer ball toward the employee lounge, crashing through the glass wall and shattering it. All his ribs were left broken as he bled from his nose and mouth, while his head drooped to the side as he fainted.

Bode, standing by the lounge, was left utterly dumbstruck.

He really thought that Frank and Mona had come under Lydia's request to put together a staged act… but it turned out they were martial artists!

They could take over ten men alone.

and were frighteningly powerful-especially that gluttonous girl, who took down Bode's dozen goons within minutes.

No goon was left standing now, and even the lightest injury they sustained were broken ribs.

Seeing that the goons were rolling around the floor and screaming, Mona dusted her hands as if cleaning up.

Then, without another word, she headed to the pantry and continued to pig out.

"What…"

Beside Bode, Claude was dumbstruck as well.

Her family was a modest one even in Zamri, but he knew enough to see that Frank and Mona were martial artists!

They were superior to the average person, who were defenseless against their traditional Draconian martial techniques. They would not stand a chance against them!

Claude zoned out as he remembered something else.

The martial artist who stood at the center of Zamri Square, against Jaden Favoni, who came second in Skyrank…

He turned stiffly, and it took some considerable effort for him to see Frank's face.

In a split second, he was left stupefied as he realized Frank and that mysterious martial artist were one and the same, aside from his tattered clothes!

And a man who could stand against Skyrank's second was someone Claude must never mess with!

As fear seized Claude, he dropped to his knees with a thud even as everyone looked on!

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1405-Claude finally realized who Frank was and that he could not afford to upset a man who could fight Jaden Favoni as an equal!

Hence, as everyone watched, he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing to Frank repeatedly as he bawled and begged, "I-It's really you! I remember now… I'm sorry for being ignorant! Please forgive me!" Claude was certainly terrified!

Forget Bode's goons-Frank was said to have killed over thirty Favoni martial artists in an instant.

And seeing that he was alive and kicking right now, the Favonis clearly could not do anything about him… and that made him superior to the Favonis!

The more Claude thought about it, the more memories surfaced as he realized how terrible Frank really was.

That was why he was on his knees begging, leaving Bode staring speechlessly.

"What the fuck…"

Bode turned, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the mangled bodies of his goons strewn all over the showroom.

He could really strode over and crush Claude's head like a grape.

He was the one who said Frank was Lydia's simp, and that Frank came to bail her out!

That was why Bode called in his goons, only for Claude to suddenly switch gears and beg Frank for mercy!

What the fuck?! Did Claude just use him as a cannon fodder?!

Hell, the man could win the best actor award from this performance alone!

Still, while Bode realized from Claude's attitude that Frank was really a big deal, he still had no idea who he really was.

"Heh…"

While Frank was going to punish Claude for his conceit, his undignified pleas for mercy dampened his interest.

"Just fuck off already," he growled, waving Claude off.

Claude was awash with gratitude, thanking Frank endlessly as he scrambled on all fours to fuck off.

Bode was left seething as he watched Claude flee, just as he felt Frank's icy glare turning toward him.

He flinched, but he could not even begin to describe the pain he felt just then.

He was way beyond forgiveness, since he was the one who called his in goons to 'punish' Frank.

On the other hand, all Claude did was to insult and incite.

Considering the grievousness of Bode's misdeed in comparison, Frank would not be nice to him at all.

Various thoughts crossed his mind as he ondered which knee he should kneel on first, and what he say when he did.

Thud.

Frank suddenly flung a golden card, which shot into the wall near Bode's face, slicing a small gash over his cheek.

Even as Bode yelped and bled profusely, clutching his cheek, heet saw that there was an impression of Gene Pearce's face on the gold card.

"What?!"

Bode's face fell, bewildered-he knew enough about that gold card that he did not need anyone else telling him.

That card basically meant that Gene was there personally. Anyone carrying that card would be offered the same hospitality Gene would be given in any business under Pearce Group.

In short, all charges would be waived, and the person would be afforded VVIP hospitality.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1406-One might even say the gold card holder was omnipotent, as they had the authority to make changes to the staff in Pearce Group business! Bode stammered just then. "O-Oh, I didn't realize it's you, Mr. Lawrence…"

Frank was the holder of that one and only Pearce Group gold card, and it was given to him by Gene after Frank saved his life.

Everyone working for Pearce Group knew that, though Bode never had time to read Frank's file to recognize him.

And seeing that card now, he realized that the man he thought to be Lydia's simp was actually the man who saved Gene's life.

Bode's legs turned to jelly right then, and he dropped to the floor, too afraid to do anything.

He had to put considerable effort into pushing himself off the floor to pull the gold card out of the wall.

He passed it back to Frank with two trembling hands before dropping before his feet, trembling in fear. "Mr. Lawrence… I have been misled and ignorant! I deserve to die!"

Nearby, Jane seemed to forget the agony in her hands.

She heard of Frank too and was therefore on her knees, keeping her head down and afraid to look at him.

If Frank really took offense with everything she said earlier, she would not survive even with nine lives.

Lydia Kinley was staring at Frank in disbelief too, murmuring in shock, "M-Mr. Lawrence… Are you…"

"Yes, I'm Frank Lawrence," Frank nodded at Lydia before turning to level a cold look at Bode. "You and that woman are to leave and never return. Lydia here will be the supervisor of this dealership, and if I find out that either of you are up to no good, I will send my people to cut you into tiny pieces!"

"Eh?!"

Bode's heart skipped a beat-he went through great lengths to get this job, sucking up to countless bigwigs.

And now, he messed up completely, and there was no hope for him to turn things around now either.

On the other hand, Jane was quick to respond, "Thank you for being so merciful, Mr. Lawrence. Thank you… I will ely repay you for your favor…"

As s was raving and rambling in her Sp Panic, Frank waved her off, coldly. "Get lost, and don't e see either of you ever again!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

With that, Jane and Bode fled without looking back, the latter clearly reluctant.

But feelings aside, staying alive was more important than a job.

Between money and life? He chose life without hesitation and fled miserably with Jane.

Meanwhile, Frank's gaze calmed considerably as he watched them leave.

He really wanted to give everyone a lesson to remember.

But seeing that they were earnestly apologizing, Frank was not bothered to stoop to their level.

"You hear? You're the supervisor of this dealership from now on."

l.ne Frank turned toward a dumbstruck Lydia, pointing at the red-black Bugatti Veyron in the showroom. "Alright, now get the paperwork done. I want that car right now." en.swhovels.net "That car…?"

Lydia murmured awkwardly. "Can I ask for instructions before that? I just got the job, and there's a lot of stuff I'm not sure about…"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1407-Frank nodded. "Go on."

After five minutes, Lydia quickly returned, and passed a car key to Frank. "You can drive away with the car-we will come to your house to handle the paperwork later."

She was endlessly respectful. After all, she called the general manager of Pearce Group, who hurried off like the devil was on his heels, to ask Gene for instructions. Gene's response was short but clear. "Absolute satisfaction, whatever it takes."

And having received his orders, the general manager promptly cut short the entire process, and told Lydia to give the keys to Frank directly.

The speed and attitude of the entire process left Lydia in endless disbelief.

"Well, thank you very much," Frank said as he got into the car and started the simplistic but actually complex vehicle.

The moment the W16 engine of the red-black Bugatti Veyron ignited was almost no different from its coronation-every other car in the showroom dulled in comparison in its presence.

The car itself could well be a red-black dragon descending to the mortal realm, with even fearsome tigers and lions prostrating themselves before its glory.

"This car is so cool, Master Lawrence!"

Even Mona appeared astonished as she leaned against the car door, and she knew nothing about cars.

"What are you spacing out for? It's just a car-get in." Frank chuckled, shaking his head.

But to be honest, he was quite satisfied with the Veyron.

After his Maybach was totaled, he had been driving the Audi that Trevor Zurich gave him, which earned him the disdain of bigwigs wherever he went.

Now that he had a better car, he would at least get some respect.

Seeing that Frank was satisfied, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.

She bowed respectfully and earnestly to Frank. "Thank you so much for today, Mr. Lawrence."

Their fates must be intertwined, as he had saved her twice when she was caught in desperate situations.

A man that was cool and embodying such a profound sense of justice was certainly rare.

"Hey, girl, you're blushing."

Mona giggled as she rode shotgun just then. "Master Lawrence, I think she's probably interested in you."

"Shut it."

Frank smacked Mona on the head and took one of his business cards from his pocket.

Passing it to Lydia, he said, "Call me if your blondomer supervisor and that comes to bother You again. I'll see you around."

The Veyron's engine thundered, and Frank and Mona were soon gone from sight.

Lydia stood, her fingers clenching on Frank's business card, hope showing in her eyes. Eventually, she breathed a long sigh.

After all, would a plain sales girl like her really deserve a man like Frank?

Returning to Cologne Court, Mona and Frank took a bath, finally cleaning themselves up.

When Vicky and Helen asked, both of them tacitly avoided mentioning that they were threatened into having a kid in a year.

Then, when Winter arrived home and saw Mona, the girls happily shared a hug—they really were close.

Carol Zims tried to anticipate the amount of food she had to cook for Mona's return too. However, it turned out that she had underestimated Mona anyway, who finished an entire bucket of rice on her own.

The glutton demon could leap up the table and steal everyone else's food.

set Frank was left starting impassively more or less understanding why the geezers of Haply Hall were duraning that brat at him in his care.

At the rate Mona was eating, Aion Fairfax would not need divination to see that it was impossible for them to afford her food bills.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1408-At the rate Mona was eating, Aion Fairfax would not need divination to see that it was impossible for them to afford her food bills.

"Haha, it's fine—It's fine." Carol was most pleased to see Mona eat so much and quickly cooked more food, with Nash Yego helping.

As everyone slid their food to Mona, she accepted all comers, wolfing down everything blissfully.

One really had to wonder how she fit all that food in her tiny body. It was as if her stomach was a black hole, and no bucket of rice made a single difference.

"Wait, she is going to be the next chief of the Haply Hall, and her geomantics skills are slowly awakening…"

Frank frowned in thought, vaguely realizing then why Mona was such a glutton.

At Zamri Hospital two days later, an elderly man with white sideburns was staring at his daughter worriedly in the ICU.

"You don't have to worry about the money, Dad," Lydia assured her father, Aaron Kinley, holding his hand and pursing her lips as she held back tears. "I had the luck to meet a great man… he promoted me to become supervisor of the dealership, and my salary now is enough to cover your medical bills. So you don't have to worry about the money at all now."

"Oh, Lydia!" Aaron, however, was hanging his head and sighing lengthily instead of smiling.

Shaking his head in tearful disappointment, he cried, "I told you… we must live upstanding lives no matter how tough it gets! Morals and dignity are above all else… but you've lost everything because of me!"

In Aaron's mind, his daughter must have offered that man her body in exchange, and she was now sullied.

"It's not like that, Dad!" Lydia quickly shook her head. "It's Frank Lawrence, and he's a really good man, don't you remember? He bought two Maybachs with me before."

"Frank Lawrence…" Aaron was surprised as he heard the name.

"Yeah, the very same."

Lydia said, her tears turning to a smile. "I ran into him again, and he chased away a customer who was stalking me, promoted me to supervisor, and bought a sportol.net with me as his sales representative. The commission alone is enough to cover your medical fees!

Aaron calmed down at her words as long as she was not led astray. "And? Have you thanked him?"

"No." Lydia paused, shaking her head. "But I'm going to his place soon to finish up on the paperwork for the sale, so I will do that then."

"Alright, alright. Remember, you have to be sincere," Aaron told her repeatedly. "He really did you a huge favor. You have to do your job well and not slip up at all.

"I know, Dad." Lydia smiled nodding.

"Then…"

Holding Lydia's hand, Aaron then asked hesitantly, "Is that gentleman married? Try to win him over if possible-I can already tell that he's a good man from what you said."

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1409-"Dad…"

Lydia did a double take but hung her head and sighed. "He's someone from a completely different world. He saved Gene Pearce and is a martial artist, while I'm just a car sales girl. I'm not the right girl for him."

"Hehe…" Aaron chuckled. "But you ran into each other by chance, twice. What is that if not fate? And if fate is on your side, you should at least give it a try… Whether it works is another thing entirely." "Okay," Lydia nodded at her father's words, before checking her watch. "I need to get back to work, dad. I'll be going to Mr. Lawrence's house to finalize the paperwork."

"Good. Run along now." Aaron smiled, adding, "And don't forget what I told you."

"Yeah." Lydia smiled in wry amusement, taking the note with Frank's address out of her briefcase.

Melancholy showed on her face-she would certainly like to get to know Frank better, but cruel reality made it clear that she did not deserve him.

After asking around, she learned that Lanecorp's chairwoman and the heiress of the Turnbulls were close with Frank.

She really had no chance at all.

Sighing, she put aside those thoughts and drove the company car to Cologne Court.

It just so happened that Frank was not home, and Lydia was at once disappointed and sighed in relief.

There were no problems with the paperwork, so the formalities were fine even in Frank's absence.

Two hours later and everything was done, Lydia sighed in relief as the paperwork for the Bugatti Veyron was complete.

However, just as she was about to return to the dealership, her phone started ringing.

She picked it up and saw that it was her father.

Lydia smiled exasperatedly, presuming that it was her father asking if things went well with Frank.

However, even before she could say a word and answer the call, the familiar voice of a younger man spoke from the other end. "Hey, Lydia. Missed me?" "Who are…" Lydia did a double take, but her eyes soon widened. "Claude?!"

"Yeah, it's me. Hehehe…"

Claude chuckled on the other end. "I'm in Zamri Hospital right now… in your father's ward, to be specific. Unfortunately for you, I know Dr. Quill from administration, and he said that since the hospital is short on beds, your father would soon be moved-oh wait, I mean, thrown out."

"Stop it!" Lydia snapped, but her voice was shaking, and she already picked up her handbag to rush to Zamri Hospital.

"Oh, but I'm not doing anything-it's what Dr. Quill told me."

Claude's annoying laughter finally stopped, and he cleared his throat, his usual tone returning as he said quietly, "Kwarned you, Lydia. But what did you do? You never showed up, even though I waited an entire night for you. And there's a limit to my patience!"

Claude's voice turned sinisterly cold, and he punched the wall as he chuckled coolly. "You have half an hour, Lydia. If you don't show up at Zamri Hospital, your father and his hospital bed will be thrown out. Just watch!"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1410-Claude's voice turned sinisterly cold, and he punched the wall as he chuckled coolly. "You have half an hour, Lydia. If you don't show up at Zamri Hospital, your father and his hospital bed would be thrown out. Just watch!"

Beep…

Lydia was at once terrified and anxious as Claude hung up on her.

If she really did not go to the hospital, Claude might really come good on his threat!

Still, just as Lydia rushed to the hospital, Frank was just stepping out of Winter's office.

He had come to check up on her, as well as offering her and Abel Loggins some insight on unusual medical cases and atypical illness.

Staying holed up at Zamri Hospital had been rewarding for Abel, and he was once again rejoicing that he was right in choosing Frank as his mentor.

The man was young, but his knowledge, skill, and experience were far beyond his years.

In fact, he was even brazenly asking Frank if he could practice martial arts despite his age.

After all, most of the advanced medical skills require a combination of pure vigor, honed through practicing martial arts.

Naturally, Frank merely glanced at him before shaking his head.

Letting Abel train in martial arts would just kill him-the man was so old he could break his hip throwing a punch!

Frank's response left Abel disappointed, but he was not deterred.

As he continued hovering around Frank, intending to ask another question, Frank suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Frank?"

"Master Lawrence?"

Both Winter and Abel stared at Frank in curiosity, and followed his gaze to find a young woman in a business suit running down the hallway.

"Frank, do you know her?" Winter quickly asked.

"I guess." Frank rubbed his chin, suspicious.

She said that she would be coming to help him with the follow-up paperwork. What was she doing here, looking so flustered and not noticing that she had brokencher heels?

"Let's take a look," Frank led Abel and Winter over.

They soon stopped outside a ward, and Frank scowled as soon as he heard a familiar laughter before he went in.

It was none other than Claude, whom he met at the car dealership before.

In the ward, he had a finger under Lydia's chin and smiled smugly. "Hehe… what a good daughter you are, Lydia!"

"What do you want, Claude?!" Lydia snapped angrily, cringing as she wobbled backward.

"What do I want?!"

Claude laughed, shaking his head. "Don't you know very well what I want?"

"You bastard… I'll kill you!"

Lydia's father suddenly bellowed as he picked up a vase off the bedside drawer, intent on taking down Claude.

However, Claude's bodyguard had already ticed and snatched the f Lydia's father beet punching him down to the "Dad!"

Lydia screamed even as she watched.

"Oh, you're actually fighting back, ou're brave, but…" Claude u're brave, but…" Claude I viciously, and shoved his We foot down on Aaron's leg.

Lydia's father screamed, while blood flowed profusely from his recently stitched leg along the tiled floor.