Riches in Disguise

Mark's expression brightened. "Does that mean I don't have to follow Frankie anymore?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Why are you so happy?"

Mark sighed and replied, "I put up with it before, but now I've seen his true colors. Every time he forces me to do things I don't want to, or hurt people I don't want to hurt, it tears me apart inside. I just want to be free."

I smiled. "Alright, then. Starting today, you don't have to follow him anymore. Congratulations, you're free."

"Thank you, Mr. White!" Mark said gratefully.

"Go stand behind me," I instructed.

Mark nodded, then turned and stepped to stand behind me. Everyone was stunned as they overheard our conversation and saw Mark choose my side.

"What's going on? Mark isn't just not attacking this kid, but he's even calling him 'Mr. White' and says he respects him?" one person asked in disbelief.noveldrama

"I don't get it. Isn't Mark supposed to listen to Mr. Russo? Isn't he Mr. Russo's dog? Why does he seem to respect this kid more?" someone else asked.

"Did you hear that? This kid said it was his idea for Mark to stay with Mr. Russo. It sounds like he's protecting someone..." another person whispered.

At that moment, Liana suddenly stood up, squinting her eyes at Frankie. She looked at him with disdain. "Frankie, didn't you say you trained him like a dog?" she asked with a smirk. "Is this the result of your training? Looks like you're not as impressive as you thought."

Frankie, who was already on the edge of losing his temper, practically exploded after hearing those words. His face turned red with rage.

He clenched his fists and stormed toward Mark. "Mark, how dare you disobey me? How dare you stand behind that damn little punk? Do you have a death wish?"

Before he could reach Mark, I kicked him.

Quintus, who was hidden in the shadows, must've used some sort of trick. The moment my foot landed on Frankie, a sudden burst of force sent him flying backward, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

The kick I delivered wasn't light to begin with. With Quintus's assistance, it had the same power as one of Mark's kicks.

When Frankie hit the ground, he clutched his chest and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was stunned.

Frankie was one of the most powerful figures among them, yet he was nothing compared to me.

I could practically hear their thoughts swirling, wondering who could possibly take me on if I was this strong.

"You damn Joser! How dare you hit me? How dare you make me look bad in front of so many people, in front of Ms. Clayton? I'm going to kill you! Frankie screamed as he was helped to his feet.

He charged toward me, but a few familiar faces stepped in to stop him. Anyone with eyes could see that facing me would mean certain death.

What they didn't know was that the moment Frankie showed up, I had already planned to settle both old and new scores with him. Even if he hadn't provoked me, I still intended

to teach him a lesson.

I scanned the place for a handy weapon. Remembering the folding stools from

movies, I spotted one nearby and walked over to grab it.

Then, I turned to Frankie and grinned. "Let me show you just how powerful a stool can be," I said.