Chapter 237

Zeb snorted. "Of course I do. Winter and I are the same age, and we're university students whose futures are bright." Staring at Frank pointedly, he chuckled. "How old do you think you are? Quit chasing after younger women, geezer, and stay away from Winter's birthday party if you know what's good for you." Frank smiled—so after all that, the boy mistook him for a rival. "Whether I show up is none of your business, just like who Winter dates is her business—neither of us get to have a say." Frank then got in his car and waved him off. "Now, move." Zeb was gritting his teeth in frustration, his knuckles clenched and clearly having no intention to do so. Frank did not bother wasting his breath and floored the gas pedal. As the Maybach shot toward him, Zeb promptly leapt away in shock. "Are you trying to kill me?" "I thought you'd never dodge." Frank chuckled coolly and sped off. "Fuck…" Zeb cursed, but there was nothing he could do! - Meanwhile, Vera and his two goons returne