NovelEnglishMaron's libido dropped as he lost all patience with Frank.
"What are you doing here?! Fuck off!" he bellowed, pointing at the door, only to find Frank still smiling at him. "What, you want your ladies to die?!" Incensed, he whipped out his phone and called Jorg, even putting the call on speaker just so that Frank could hear him too "Hello? Master Maron?" Jorg breathed lazily from the other end..
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Cut off one of those ladies’ arms!" Maron snarled viciously and wheeled on Frank with a smug grin. "Hahaha! | warned you, Frank Lawrence! You asked for this!" However, that was when Jorg yawned audibly from the other end. "Actually, I'm sorry, Master Maron... See, Master Ocean gave me strict orders to protect them instead. The way | see it, you should be going down on your knees and begging daddy, and he just might leave a pretty corpse when he's done.
That's all | have to say. Bye." Beep.
Maron's whole body stiffened in shock as Jorg hung up on him, and his phone slid off his fingers, dropping loudly on the floor with a thud.
The silence lasted for seconds before Maron squeezed a smile at Frank, "Actually, Mr. Lawrence. You see, I." Frank smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm listening." "I was coerced into this! It was Donald Salazar who had planned all this. Yes, it was the Salazars all along! | didn't plan anything! He killed Bocek Ocean and his daughter, then tried to shift the blame on you. My hands are clean.” Frank listened in amusement as Maron pleaded his innocence endlessly.
Then, he said, "Time to get down on your knees, Maron." Maron seemed to finally remember that thanks to Frank's words. He promptly threw himself to the floor, grabbing Frank's trousers while kowtowing endlessly. "Please, Mr. Lawrence. brother! It's all my fault! Please just let me live! | will do anything for you if you do—" Frank watched as Maron bawled, his snot and tears all gushing at the same time—hardly the dignified bearing a Birthright rank elite should have.
Shaking his head and sighing in disappointment, Frank said, "You really are the worst, and | actually preferred the conceited way you behaved before." As Maron looked up at him in tearful surprise, Frank gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Get ready. It's time to pay." Thud! Frank suddenly kicked Maron squarely on the chest, sending him slamming on the wall as if he were a ragged doll.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaron was Birthright rank.
Though it came at the cost of mountainous piles of resources, there was no mistaking it.
Still, Maron regretted that he was Birthright rank soon enough and no average Joe.
If he were the latter, Frank's kick would have given him the sweet release of death.
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