As Frank hung up, he finally arrived outside Lane Manor.
A doorman promptly stopped him, snapping sternly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, but Mr. Graves gave express instructions not to let you drive inside." Aria wound down her window and snapped at the doorman, "Hey! This is plain disrespect! You have no right!" Frank stopped her. "Forget it. I'm not planning to stay anyway." He simply parked by the curb and headed inside Lane Manor with Aria.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe immediately found Chaz and Donald having a particularly happy chat, and Donald's eyes went red the instant he saw Frank.
Enemies really cannot stay in the sroom. Although Donald was not about to start a fight just then, he flashed a sarcastic, savage smile at Frank. "Cherish your last days, Mr. Lawrence." "When's your son's funeral? Do send an invite to Skywater Bay—I'll definitely be there." Frank would naturally not take his jibe lying down, and his single remark certainly struck Donald where it hurt.
"You bastard!" Donald almost exploded right then but eventually snorted as he turned and stormed off, his eyes flashing viciously. "Let's see how much longer you're going to strut!" On the other hand, seeing that Frank was being unruly, Chaz sneered at him as he lectured haughtily, "Watch yourself, Frank. You're in my house—you wouldn't even be allowed in if not for Henry Lane's funeral." "Just shut up," Frank shot back, unbothered, as he pulled Aria along into the manor.
His contempt left Chaz gritting his tooth too, though he was soon chuckling. "Go on, keep puffing yourself up.
The Lionhearts already know that you're seducing Vicky Turnbull, and they will send a Skyrank elite next week.
Let's see what happens then!" On the other hand, Frank's heat stung as he strode inside to find Helen in front of Henry's casket, but he did not react.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, the manor was silent as soon as he entered, and anyone could feel the enmity that the Lanes felt toward Helen's ex-husband.
Gina and Cindy especially could kill him right then.
Aria frowned in turn, glaring at Gina as she pursed her lips. "What do you think you're looking at? Frank cto mourn Mr. Lane, not to suffer your dead face." Dead face?!" Gina's turned pale.
Even Frank was a little annoyed—Aria's choice of words was really poor when Henry's casket was right there.
Still, life returned to Helen's face as she wheeled on Aria, glaring at her fixedly as she snapped angrily, "Who are you? Were you even invited?! Get out!" Aria simply folded her arms before her chest with a look of disdain. "You have no right to tellto leave. Frank and | are here to mourn Henry Lane, and it has nothing to do with you." "Frank...?" Helen finally turned and realized that a familiar figure was standing there with them.
She bit her lip, but her gaze dulled before she said what was on her mind.
Frank snapped at Aria, "Shut up. Leave if you intend to keep causing trouble." Aria's eyes welled up with miserable tears. "It's unfair how they're mistreating you, Frank! Just look at them— they're not welcoming us at all!"