When Frank gave his command, he thought the bodyguards lying in ambush in the backyard would rush in immediately.
Who knew that not even a single person came in after waiting for a while.
“Guards! Guards!”
Frank shouted a few more times. Still, no one came in, and he ran to the backyard.
The dozens of bodyguards he had arranged were all lying dead on the ground.
A man in a leather jacket stood amongst the corpses on the ground, looking at Frank with a straight face. He looked as though he was the grim reaper.
Frank broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this.
‘They’re elite bodyguards handpicked by me. How could they…?
‘How could they have been killed by him just like that?!’
“W-who are you?”
Frank pointed at the man, his voice unconsciously trembling.
Hugh walked toward him without saying anything.
Faced with the strong killing intent, Frank immediately reached for the gun hidden in his clothes.
Nonetheless, before he could even pull out the gun, he felt a sudden wind, and the gun was gone.
Frank did not see how the man pounced in front of him. By the time he reacted, the muzzle was pressed against his forehead.
“What… are you going to do?”
Mable walked out of the living room and glanced emotionlessly at the corpses on the ground.
“Boss, how would you like to handle this person?” Hugh asked her.
Mable raised her hand, signaling him to lower the gun.
“Mable, you…”
“Frank, I’ll let you think about it overnight. If you can't decide before noon tomorrow, I’ll help you.”
After she finished, she left with Hugh.
Frank plopped onto the sofa and watched Mable leave with his fists clenched.
He had underestimated her.
After all, Mable was trained by Old Master Jefferson to be his successor. Without any means, she could not have survived Shark’s pursuit two years ago.
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