Meanwhile, in the Bellson Strait, a luxurious cruise ship was traveling through stormy seas.
The weather forecast said there would be strong winds and waves at sea tonight.
A man in a white bathrobe leaned against the deck railing and looked at the person not far away hung upside down. His light blue eyes were cold.
“I asked Hugh to abduct him.”
Killing intent grew in his eyes as he spoke.
“Why?” Mable asked on the other end of the phone. “You—”
“No reason. I just can’t stand him and want him killed!”
“Frank…”
“Dead—I did it.” The man was proud.
If he had not gotten someone to look into it, he would not have known that Mable was assassinated two years ago and lost her memory.
He had worked hard to train his wifey, and only he could bully her. Who was Frank to hurt her?
Frank was courting death!
The man gripped his phone tightly and glanced coldly outside. “Wifey, I’ll make anyone who tries to harm you regret being born into this world!”
“Stay out of my business!”
The man snorted coldly. “I won’t. You’re my wifey, after all. Your business is mine.”
Mable responded, “...Get lost!”
The man laughed in a deep voice. “How ungrateful! Aren’t you going to thank me?”
…
Richworth.
Mable could not stand it anymore and directly hung up the phone.
As soon as she did, Blair asked, “Where’s Frank?”
Mable spread her hands helplessly. “Dead.”
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