Chapter 445

Frank pursed his lips. "Are the Turnbulls that crazy?! You got hurt in the line of duty, and they are dismissing you in pain of death!?" "Not exactly…" Frida growled through her teeth, "Neil was forcing himself on me, but I refused and hit him… And now he wants me dead." Frank was incensed at that. "That motherfucker… Does Vicky know?" "No." Frida shook her head. "I barely made it here—I didn't have time to contact her." "I understand. Just rest and leave the rest to me." Frank nodded and carried her to the couch. Just then, Neil's hitmen crashed through the nearby windows as they leapt inside, sighing in relief when they saw Frida. Neil did tell them to take her alive if possible. One of them said, "Just come with us, Frida. Mr. Turnbull might even let you live—you'd only get yourself killed being stubborn." Frida withstood the pain in her belly even as she growled, "Dream on. I'd rather die than suck up to Neil." She was loyal to the Turnbulls, not Neil. And she was not ab