FreeNovelCut off Frank's hand? Not only did Hux not have the ability, but he would never dare! Smack! Hux slapped Soren audibly across the face without another word, pointing at his nose and scolding, "Who do you think Mr. Lawrence is?! Scum like you trying to mess with him?! Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror first?! If you insult Mr. Lawrence again, I'll beat you up each tI see you! Now fuck off! Don't be an eyesore!" Then, as if he was not satisfied with his outburst, he kicked Soren to the floor and spat in his face before returning inside the bar.
"Huh..." The boys were left staring awkwardly at Soren being mocked and beaten up by Hux, and the girls were all pointing and gesturing at him in disdain.
One of the boys asked a friend beside him, "Hey, do you think that Mr. Lawrence was actually a big deal and didn't actually need Soren to save him?" "Soren? Who's Soren? | don't know such a person. Let's bail." "lI agree." Having seen everything, the boys left—they were going to hit the bar with Soren, but his humiliation was too much for them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey left, no longer his lackeys from now on.
The girls were left staring at the humiliated Soren too.
They remembered the weirded out look Frank gave them two nights ago, as well as what Frank had said at that time: "What makes you think that this fool, who's so scared that he can't say a word around Hux, could actually bailout?" The realization struck them tight then. In the end, it turned out that Frank was never the liar.
It was Soren instead.
Frank certainly did not need saving. And considering how much respect Hux showed Frank, and how Hux treated Soren... Soren's lies crumbled on their own right then.
With that, they left in contempt too.
Only Mandy remained and tried to help Soren to his feet. "Soren...
Soren, however, was losing it from sheer rage.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShoving Mandy away, his eyes went red as he bellowed, "Fuck! Vicky Lawrence, was it?! This is all his fault! I'm going to make him pay!" Frank was naturally oblivious to being held a grudge for no reason and drove the Maserati back to the suburbs.
As soon as he entered the front door, he found Kat rushing toward him excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck as she exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Lawrence! I've got it! Listen—I've just felt it in my stomach! It was kicking!" Frank felt maimed even as he stood at the doorway. He turned to see the neighbors having flocked to the street outside, chatting and gossiping.
Naturally, they all turned toward Kat when they heard her shouting and leveled meaningful looks at Frank.
"Shit!" Frank certainly knew what was going down—clasping a hand over Kat's mouth, he shoved Kat into the house while shutting the door.
"Tut, tut... Honestly, Nash's daughter really never smartens up..." "You think? She's pretty, but she had to put on cakey makeup like a monster, hanging out with shady people all the time." "Oh, poor Nash. raising her to adulthood over the years, and she's pregnant already." "Con, just look at the man's car. He must be srich kid. Tut, tut. Already sucking up to rich men instead of studying properly." "The way | see it, she'll be getting an abortion soon." On the other hand, Frank strode upstairs, ignoring the old folks' excited debate as he returned to his room.
At the stime, Kat was snapping, "Hey, are you listening?! | said | did it!"
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