NovelEnglishFrank rarely saw Vicky being so solemn, and it was a big deal judging from her tone. "What is it? Do you need my help?" "No." Vicky forced a smile. "It's a private matter, and only | can resolve it." Even though she felt the impulse to tell Frank about the Lionhearts demanding that she stick to her engagement with Titus, she could not do it.
Vicky had her pride, and Frank was busy enough—she did not want to burden him further.
And though Frank was a great fighter, he was far from enough to stand against the Lionhearts, who were one of the Four Families of Morhen.
They were no pushovers, as their influence extended into politics, business, and even the military.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Turnbulls were just business folks, while the Lionhearts' authority was horrific in contrast, and they basically owned the East Coast.
Vicky certainly did not want Frank to catch this heat for her sake.
"You have to tellif you're in trouble. Don't push yourself," Frank said in concern instead of pressing the issue.
"Don't worry. | know what I'm doing." Vicky smiled—Frank's reaction only further convinced her she was right, and that he was worth the risk.
"So? How long are you staying in Morhen?" Frank asked, frowning.
"Can't say. Probably a month, at least." "A month?" Frank appeared reluctant to see her go but sighed. "Alright, then that's agreed. I'll call you from tto time, and I'm getting involved if you can't resolve it." Vicky shook her head. "That's unnecessary—" [x] Frank cut her short right then. "Listen tothis one time. Don't mess around!" "Fine." Vicky appeared exasperated, but her heart was filled with bliss.
Thud! That was when someone knocked on the car window, and they both turned to find Helen had returned too.
"That's decided. Talk toif you're in trouble, you hear?" Frank said.
He opened the door, ready to get out.
"Wait." Suddenly, Vicky threw her arms around Frank, catching him off guard as she pressed her bright red lips on his.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mmmph?!" Frank could feel the sweetness on his lips as he stiffened, his head going blank as Vicky caught him defenseless.
"Hey!" Helen had opened the door, ready to interrogate them, when she saw what Vicky did.
"What the hell is this, Vicky Turnbull?!" she snapped furiously.
Vicky licked her lips with a relishing look as she pulled away and smiled. "That was good, darling. Now stay at hand remember how | taste—I'll spoil you to bits when I'm back." She then winked at Helen as if to assert dominance, not arguing as Helen dragged Frank out of her car.
With that, she jammed her foot on the gas pedal.
"You're so... despicable!" Helen snapped, chasing after Vicky's car a little before stopping and stamping her feet angrily.
Regrettably, she was just incapable of being as smooth as Vicky!
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