Love Knows No Bounds novel (Kendall and Dylan) novel Chapter 333

"I've just given Zorn Holdings a little message. To be honest, I still can't take them down entirely. Coleman Empire will suffer if we forcibly do so."

He'd also have to be on the lookout for Mendelson Group since they'd be the overall victor if Coleman and Zorn really butted heads.

Kendall chuckled in response. "I'm already happy that you're willing to fight Zorn Holdings for me and Parker Corporation. There's no need to feel bad."

Dylan fell silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I'll pick you up at noon. I also have to tell your dad you'll be taking a day off tomorrow."

"A day off? Why? I don't have anything important that requires me to take a day off to get done."

Dylan fell silent for a long moment before finally explaining, "I want to drink ginseng soup."

"You… want me to take a day off to make you ginseng soup?"

Lo and behold, Dylan hung up, leaving Kendall baffled.

It took her quite a while to finally understand what was up, and she didn't know whether she should laugh or cry about the situation.

In the future, she'd give a huge slap to whoever dared say Dylan Coleman had an ED, for that man was, for the love of God, a beast!

Not only that, he even wanted to drink ginseng soup! She swore that man wanted to dismantle her.

What was his purpose in doing so?

The two of them just had a chat earlier that morning, and Kendall wasn't dim. A bit of thinking and she'd understand what he was implying.

What a great brother that man is!

He was so worried about his brother's love life that he was willing to 'mangle' her.

Meanwhile, Yasmine was on her way to pick up Jeffrey when she got a call from the man out of the blue.

"Hey there, Jeffrey. I'm on my way to your office."

"I'm really sorry, Yasmine."

"What?" The sudden apology baffled Yasmine.

"Everything has been wiped clean. The videos, pictures—everything."

"What?!"

Yasmine nearly rear-ended the car before her, causing her to pull up short in fright. But because she had stopped so suddenly, the car behind her couldn't stop in time, inching close to her ride.

Bam! Just like that, the rear of her red sports car became unprepossessing.

"What happened, Yasmine?!" Jeffrey asked with concern after hearing the loud crash.

She had been rear-ended, but fortunately, she was fine. "I've been rear-ended. I'm okay, though," she said to Jeffrey. "Did Master Dylan find out about it?"

Kendall wasn't capable of ferreting the private investigator Jeffrey had arranged and even forcibly wiping out all the videos and pictures the private investigator had taken.

"Yeah."

"I—" Yasmine flipped out. "I treated Parker to coffee and desserts and got exasperated because of her for nothing?"

"Where are you, Yasmine? I'll go over to you. We'll call the police and deal with your accident first."

Jeffrey felt horrible for failing her; he didn't know Dylan had arranged for people to keep an eye on the woman named Kendall.

"Okay."

With that, she ended the call.

To her, rear-ending was just losing a car. She could always get another one, after all.

What she was upset about was that she had deliberately courted Kendall for nothing in the end.

How f*cking exasperating!

At the Mendelson Residence, Frank's headache felt so terrible after waking up that he wanted to rip his own head off.

At that, he fumbled for his phone and called Desmond, speaking with difficulty, "Desmond, I have a splitting headache. Get Dr. Quimby over for me, please."

Dr. Quimby was his private doctor.

"Yes, sir." Desmond obliged at once. He then said, "Sir, you drank too much liquor last night. It's normal to have a headache when you're suffering from a hangover. I've already asked the kitchen to make a hangover cure. It's still warm. Would you like me to bring it upstairs?"

Frank no longer pushed himself, ending the call after humming a soft response.

It seriously felt like someone had dropped his brain into a fully loaded washing machine the night before.

He kept rubbing his temples, hoping it would lessen the pain.

Very quickly, Desmond appeared with the hangover cure. "Here's your hangover cure, sir."

Desmond put the warm hangover cure on the bedside table before helping Frank up, feeling terrible for his master. "I tried dissuading you from drinking, sir, but you wouldn't listen. Also, your wounds need to be dressed, sir."

He had helped Frank apply some ointment after the latter was out cold, but he had only applied it onto the wounds he could see.

If he hadn't done so, his master would not only suffer from a splitting headache, but his face would also swell up pretty badly.

Dylan and Kendall sure hadn't shown Frank any mercy.

Desmond learned the whole story from Joshua. Though Frank was at fault too, the couple was still pretty ruthless with their punches.

He could understand why Dylan didn't go easy on Frank, for they were bitter rivals. However, Frank had always been caring toward Kendall. He had even saved her from a tricky situation once. Surely that deserved something, but to think that she was ruthless with her punches as well.

Joshua told him that Frank never put up a fight when Kendall threw her punches at him, letting her do whatever she pleased. He even added that she was trained in martial arts.

Just hearing about it already got Desmond's heart aching.

"I'll live," Frank mumbled, sitting up with Desmond's help only to suffer from a throbbing headache. It wasn't until he kept still for a moment that the pain lessened.

With that, Desmond handed him the hangover cure.

"Miss Kendall is really ruthless." Desmond had a huge problem with Kendall.

After silently drinking half of the cure, Frank put the bowl down and pursed his lips for a moment before mumbling, "I don't feel so bad if she can beat me up and vent her anger. It's only when she does nothing that I feel terrible."

"You're being too nice to her, sir. You can't spoil women. They'll become haughty as soon as you do."

Frank chuckled self-deprecatingly in response. "I wish I could spoil her, Desmond, but she wouldn't give me the chance to do so. She—"

She said Dylan was the only one she would spend the rest of this life with.

"Sir, those dreams you had are just dreams. Please don't dwell on them anymore. Miss Kendall is now the young mistress of the Coleman Family. There are so many women in this world, sir. Why set your eyes on only her?" Desmond hoped that his master would stop obsessing with those dreams.

In actuality, nothing ever happened between Frank and Kendall. Hell, the two had never even crossed paths before. Who knew why the master would have such weird dreams?

However, Frank said nothing.

Seeing how he was behaving, Desmond knew he had been ranting to a brick wall again.

With a sigh, he turned to grab a set of fresh clothes and said, "You became so drunk that you fell asleep before taking a shower, sir. I'll go and get the bath water ready. You'll feel a little better after a soak. Dr. Quimby will arrive shortly."

Frank took the clothes mutely and stood up while bearing the splitting headache.

However, his throbbing knee made him nearly drop to the floor if Desmond hadn't been quick enough to catch him.

"Sir, your knee is terribly bruised," Desmond's heart ached for his master.

Frank tried kicking his bad leg but felt another series of sharp pain following the movement.

"Sir, why don't we do a full body check-up at the hospital? What if you have any internal injuries?"

"There's no need for that." Frank turned him down. "I wouldn't have any internal injuries. Kendall, s-she actually couldn't bear to really mangle me. She avoided my vital areas every time she hit me. Sure, it hurts, but I'll be fine after some ointment and recuperation."