Frank turned toward Olive, his glare murderous. "This is no place for you to
speak.”
However, Olive was not afraid of him at all, even puffing her chest as she stood
before Frank. "You're only banking on Vicky Turnbull's support! Her family might
have some influence, but Mr. Sorano here doesn't fear them, let alone a gigolo
like you! Know your place!"
"Just shut up already!" Hubert snapped at her, as he could sense danger—
Frank's expression had turned cool from Olive's string of insults, and the dark
aura around him was growing stronger!
However, Olive showed no sign of stopping, even continuing to provoke Frank.
"Mr. Sorano has already looked into you. You have an ex-wife who's going to
marry Chaz Graves in a couple days, don't you? If I were you, I'd be hiding
somewhere quiet and crying my eyes out. Whoever gave you the balls to come
here and harass Mr. Sorano?!"
Then, she yelled haughty outside, "Zorn! Lampon! What are you doing?! Why did
you let this bastard in?! Get him out of here already!"
"You can stop shouting now," Frank said quietly. "They won't hear you."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Olive exclaimed in disbelief, stiffening.
"They're dead, and both of you are joining him soon."
"What?!"
Finally realizing the trouble she was in, Olive ran outside to find both Zorn and
Lampon long dead, lying in pools of their own blood.
"No!!!" Olive screamed as she ran down the hallway naked.
Frank did not chase after her—the instant she started snapping at him, he had
used Jaud White's Snowshade on her.
She would get away, but she would also die in despair—it was her deserved fate
for provoking Frank, especially with Helen.
Meanwhile, Hubert was still clutching on his towel as he kept backing away from
Frank. "W-What do you want?!"
"You should be asking yourself that question, Mr. Sorano," Frank said quietly as
he closed in. "I told your dogs to relay my warning to you, but you chose to ignore
me anyway. You're clearly asking for it, and in that case, there's no reason to
waste my breath."
"No! Y-You can't kill me! I-I'm the third Sorano son, and my family will come after
you if you kill me! OOh, and your family! They will massacre your family too!"
Hubert was trembling in fear, his words barely logical.
"You wouldn't have to worry about that," Frank shrugged. "Don't think your family
is above the rest and can do whatever they want just because they're from the
capital. From where I'm standing, you're all livestock who can talk."
With that, Frank seized Hubert's throat, slowly clenching.
Even as Hubert's face turned purple, he kept rasping endlessly to plead, "S-Sor...
Please... No..."
Frank remained unmoved, his eyes cool as he watched Hubert die.
"Stop!"
A group of men in black charged inside the room just then.