Riches in Disguise

"Is that the famous Mark Lynch? I heard he used to fight in underground matches. He's a total beast!"

"Underground fights are nothing. He once fought a crocodile with his bare hands for Frankie and actually took it down!"

"I swear he's got some superhuman genes or something. The guy's strength is insane."

Even though Mark was just Frankie's fighter, his reputation preceded him. As soon as he and Frankie arrived, everyone talked more about Mark than Frankie. Damian glanced at Frankie and grinned. "Frank, it's nice to have you here." "Damian, you sure know how to throw a party. Is there live entertainment too?"

Frankie kicked one of the groaning thugs on the ground. "Who was stupid enough to pick a fight with your guys?"

Damian lazily lifted his gaze and looked at me. "He's right there."

Frankie followed his line of sight. The second he saw me, his eyes widened, and the air around him grew tense. "You!" he growled.

I crossed my arms and smirked. "Long time no see, Frankie. How's life treating you?"

Everyone stared at us in confusion.

"Do they know each other?" someone whispered.

Even Damian looked surprised. "Frank, is this guy a friend of yours?"

Frankie spat in disgust. "Friend? Not a chance. This little punk screwed me over a few days ago. I had my eye on a woman, and he stepped in and ruined it for me. I've been looking for him ever since."

"Ah, I see." Damian chuckled. "Perfect. Why don't you let Mark show off a bit? Give the crowd a show and teach this kid a lesson."

The room buzzed with excitement.

"Mark versus this guy? Talk about overkill!"

"Seriously, Mark's wasted on this. Any of us could handle him."

Suddenly, Liana, the woman beside Damian, stood up. She sauntered over to Frankie and Mark, eyeing Mark with interest.

Frankie's eyes practically bulged out of his head. "Ms. Liana Clayton," he stammered, barely containing his excitement.noveldrama

Liana ignored him, running her

hands over Mark's bicep. She bit her lip and said, "This is quite the find. Frankie, why don't you sell Mark to me? I'll pay well. I need a personal bodyguard."

With that, she draped her arm around Mark's. Her provocative gesture immediately made the men in the room flush, but only Damian's expression soured.

He suddenly stood up and snapped, "Mom, don't be ridiculous. Mark is just Frankie's dog. He's loyal to Frankie, so even if you buy him, it won't do you any good."

Frankie gave Liana a sycophantic

look and chimed in, "That's right, Ms.

Clayton. He's just a dog I keep

around. Why bother with him? If you want protection, I'm happy to help!

I'll gladly follow you around and keep you safe, Ms. Clayton."

However, Liana couldn't be bothered.

When he refused to give up Mark, she sighed and said, "Forget it, then. I'm only

interested in Mark. You should just stick to being Frankie."

With that, she turned and sat back down.

Frankie's face instantly darkened.

"He shot a malicious glare at Mark. "Mark, you're something, huh? You walk in here and steal Ms. Clayton's

attention. Yet, you're just a dog. You'll never be more than a guard dog to me. Isn't that right?

Mark replied coldly, "What you say is what I agree with."

The people around them raised their thumbs to Frankie. "Frankie's awesome! He's got Mark trained so well!"

Frankie sneered. "What's so great about that? He's always been my dog, and he has to listen to me."

Then, he walked up to Mark and slapped him hard across the face. "Isn't that right, Mark?"

The slap didn't hurt Mark, but it was extremely humiliating, especially in front of so many people.