Frank laughed icily at Lanky. "Do you think they're as despicable as you are?"
Then, turning to the rest of the mob, he said, "Everyone, you have nothing to worry about. I may be no angel, but I can see reason. I won't blame any of you, as long as you leave right now.
"So, are you staying or leaving? You decide."
As soon as he finished the mob, they turned and left.
To be honest, they were not obliged to go that far for the mob.
Moreover, they knew very well what Frank was capable of—it would really be over for them if he gave them the same treatment he gave Lanky's son!
"Don't go! There's strength in numbers! Kill him!" Troy bellowed as he got flustered as well.
What he thought to be a one-in-a-million chance to teach Frank some manners certainly went up in smoke, as the mob caved in no time at all.
Laura was furious as she watched. "What do you think you're doing, Troy Layton? Are you really inciting a mob against Mr. Frankton?"
"Troy Layton?! Know your position—I'm your chief, and I can get upset too!" Troy retorted, not about to take this lying down.
Even if he had the hots for Laura, he knew by now that he had no chance and gave up on being a simp.
"My position you say?" Laura smiled. "Now that I mention it, I guess I should refresh your memory. Among the three vice-chiefs in our hospital, one of them is the son of a city hospital chief who's waiting to replace you.
"If he were made aware that you've been getting incentives from patients—even coercing them—I wonder if you'd keep your position."
Troy's face fell. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me?!"
"You're crazy!" he shrieked. "Kill me if you can, or I'll kill you—believe it!"
Frank rolled his eyes. "When I think about it, you people are really monotonous with your threats, presuming that I'd be scared! Even the ladies with me aren't afraid, so why would I be? Also, I know where your son is!"
"W-What are you saying?!"
Lanky's face turned pale when he saw the coldness in Frank's eyes and realized what he would do.
Suddenly forgetting his pain, he snarled through his teeth, "If you hurt my son, I'll never forgive you!"
"Forgive this, forgive that." Frank snorted as he strode up to Lanky again. "Just look at your pathetic self. Did you think you'd win?
"Why don't you weigh yourself before you talk? Your threats are no different from a dog's harmless barking that I really don't have to concern myself with. Get it?"
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