Frank stayed silent, clearly acquiescing.
"You're a shameless man!" Clenching her teeth in anger, Lucille charged ahead three steps, not caring that her injuries would be aggravated or that she might hurt Frank in the process. In her annoyance, she aimed to dash toward the mansion's front gate, aiming to hit anyone who would dare to block her path.
Members of the entourage promptly crowded around the iron gate, absorbing her punches and kicks without retaliating.
Frank then stepped forward, easily subduing Lucille.
Suddenly, Lucille felt a sharp sting at her neck, a clear sign that a transparent sedative was slowly being injected into her.
Dizziness overcame her instantly.
Frank’s eyes softened as he whispered reassuringly, “Relax and have a good sleep. When you have fully recovered, I'll prepare our wedding."
Lucille's pupils widened, and she felt a murderous rage swamping her!