Chapter 1575
"Yes, sir!"
Just as the security guards strode up, ready to get violent against Helen, Gina, and Frank, the latter suddenly laughed out loud, leaving everyone present stunned. "Why is he laughing? Could he have snapped from the pressure?"
"Hmph! The way I see it, he was crazy in the first place, but he's exposed now."
"Poor Helen. She has the looks, but she ended up with a nutjob!"
"Hey, watch it. Don't just judge a book by its cover-Helen's more venomous than she looks!"
"True. Urgh, why can't beautiful women be more down-to-earth?"
The wedding guests' comments never stopped Frank from laughing, however, and Timothy finally realized that something was wrong.
Glaring furiously at Frank, he thumped his cane on the floor and barked, "What are you laughing at, brat?!"
"Who, me?"
Frank finally stopped laughing as he slowly looked up at Timothy and everyone else and grinned. "I'm just laughing at myself." "Laughing at yourself?"
While everyone else was dumbstruck, Theo started clapping. "Well done! You've finally realized that you're a clown, huh?"
Ilsa laughed coolly beside him. "Hmph. More like Gina's whole family are clowns."
Gina was seething as she listened to all the mockery but was unable to argue.
She turned toward her daughter, only to find Helen looking worriedly at Frank and asking, "Are you alright, Frank?"
Frank waved her off to gesture that he was fine. "I just remembered something funny, Helen. I was being stupid why should I try so hard to prove that I was telling the truth?"
"Eh?" Helen was left stupefied but soon had a foreboding feeling. "Frank, are you going to—"
Frank waved her off dismissively, chuckling. "Don't worry, Helen. I have no intention of getting violent."
To further reassure her, Frank whipped out his phone and dialed a number.
Turning to Ashley, who was still restrained and left on the floor, he asked, "You said your boutique is a subsidiary of Pearce Group, right? And the owner is Gene Pearce, the richest man on the east coast?"
Ashley was confused but nodded blankly.
"Well, that makes things simple."
Frank smiled faintly. "Since you're et
basically working for Gene'sCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
company, you're all going to pay for
Your lies."
Frank's call was soon answered, and Gene spoke from the other end. "Frank, my brother! What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much, Gene..." Frank chuckled.
"Gene...?"
Everyone around him was stunned-did Frank just call Gene Pearce?!
Impossible! Some average Joe calling on a big-shot like Gene on a whim?
"Pfft..."
Just as everyone was left stunned and unsure what to say, Theo stepped forward again.