Chapter 598

The old man bled from orifice as he died horribly, while Frank got in the limousine he came in. "Drive me to Ninedell Hotel." The chauffeur was already petrified, but he quickly turned the car and headed to Ninedell Hotel as told since he valued his life. - In Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel, Hubert was wearing only a bathrobe as he lay sprawled on bed, enjoying Olive Perkin's massage while holding up a phone. "You don't sound too pleased, Mr. Sorano," Chaz Graves said from the other end of the line. "Of course I am! We just lost a golden goose, for fuck's sakes!" Hubert cursed out loud and told Chaz everything that had happened. "What?!" Chaz was clearly shocked and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Frank Lawrence he had in mind. Then, musing to himself for a while, he advised calmly "Mr. Sorano, I'd advise you to run right now—Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not mistaken, he's on his way to you right now!" "Impossible." Hubert dismissed him confidently. "I've