Chapter 393

Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding. He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside. Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans. Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank—he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men! "You really have the balls to come here, Frank…" "Shut up!" Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. "To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?" "Your son's life," Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous. Cram frowned. "Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can't you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…" "Why bother writing laws if apologies work?" Frank growled coldly. "Give up your son, and I can spare your life." "How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?" Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything. "One last time," Frank