Chapter 57

Yara was already familiar with Frank and promptly greeted him. "Mr. Lawrence." On the other hand, Cliff did not like Frank, let alone consider him capable of protecting Vicky. Cliff snorted coolly and ignored Frank. Frank rolled his eyes. "You really know how to put a guy in an awkward spot." Vicky giggled. "Not really—you three are all here to keep me safe, so I naturally have to bring you all along." Frank got in the backseat with Cliff, though there was a clear distance between them. At the same time, Vicky floored the gas pedal, and they headed straight to a dilapidated factory in the outskirts of West City. It was a desolate place, with decrepit motor vehicles sitting strewn around the compound. As for the four of them alighted and strode right into the factory, they found a gang of people inside. Their leader, a rather young man, approached them. "Hold it. What are you doing here? Who let you in here?" "I'm Vicky Turnbull," Vicky told him. "Tell your boss to come see me