Frank realized it was Tidus Simmons upon a closer look and said evenly, "Nothing. Some blind fool was trying to slander me for breaking his vase and got these thugs to attack me."
"What, really?!' Tidus was furious.
Framing the man who saved his father's life?! This would not stand!
Wheeling on Dee and his goons, Tidus barked, "Who are you people? Attacking a man in broad daylight?!"
"This has nothing to do with you!" Dee bellowed, completely dismissive toward Tidus. "Get out of here, or we'll beat you up too!"
"What…" Tidus could choke as the thug snapped at him—his father was the Chief of General Affairs.
Turning to his bodyguard behind him, he growled, "Mr. Flux."
Wes Flux nodded and suddenly leapt straight toward Dee.
Dee's goons tried to stop him but were sent flying as soon as they touched him!
At the same time, Wes kept advancing as he punched and kicked, instantly flooring every one of Dee's goons.
"Holy shit…" Dee was left gaping, surprised that Wes was even more vicious than Frank!
Why was everything not going his way today…?
He was certainly not going to push his luck and quickly decided to run away.
Wes was not about to let that happen, however.
With a light tap of his foot, he was already in front of Dee and punched him in the stomach!
"Oof!" Dee grunted as his body arched like a shrimp, while Wes seized him by the collar and dragged him to Tidus.
"Sir, we can talk about this… be reasonable…" Dee quickly surrendered.
He had no idea if Frank did it at all—he just wanted to blame it on Frank!
Tidus scowled. "What do you mean that you're unsure? Weren't you the one who accused him?"
Zeb quickly flashed an awkward smile. "Why don't we just put this behind us?"
Tidus had a hunch that Frank was innocent upon seeing that reaction.
"That won't do now, right?" he said, looking at the crowd around them before telling Wes, "Mr. Flux, please request for the security footage."
"Yes, Mr. Simmons." Wes promptly whipped out his phone and got the recording soon enough thanks to Gerald Simmons' authority.
Tidus hence saw from his phone that Frank never laid a finger on Zeb as soon he walked away!
Slapping Zeb across the face right then, he barked, "You tripped over yourself, and you're blaming Mr. Lawrence for it?!"
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