When Sean got back to the villa, it was already late.
Only one floor lamp was on in the huge living room, and someone was sitting on the couch.
The man wore black. When he heard footsteps, he slowly lifted his head.
"So, this is your plan? You're having Annie design a wedding gown and formalwear for you and your mistress?"
Sean's expression stayed blank as he walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of water.
"Sean, don't forget what you promised us. You said Annie loved you. You're pushing her like this. Aren't you afraid she'll leave? When you lose her and can't take Parker Group, you know what's waiting for you."
Sean's fingers tightened around the glass.
He hated being controlled and warned like this. But he didn't have a choice.
Sean turned around. The light never touched his face, shrouding his expression in shadow.
"Tell Dingo not to worry. I know what I'm doing."
The man stared at Sean for a long time. Then, he rose from the couch, and the old leather groaned under the strain.
"It had better be. Sean, you only get one chance. If you succeed, you'll be the real head of the Frost family. If you fail..."
He paused, the corner of his mouth curling into something cruel. "It'll be a dead end."
He turned and walked to the door. His footsteps sank into the thick carpet without a sound as the heavy door clicked shut.
The cold mask on Sean's face finally cracked.
He swung his arm and knocked the crystal glass off the table.
It hit the far wall with a sharp crash, shattering into countless pieces.
Just then, his phone rang.
Sean snatched it up, his voice dropping into a forced, low growl. "Speak."
A flustered voice spilled out on the other end, panicked and stumbling over the words. "Mr... Mr. Frost... something's wrong! Ms. Lambert and Mrs. Frost were taken! The perpetrators didn't take anything. They only left two notes!"
Sean's breathing hitched in his throat. "What did the notes say?"


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