Frankie clearly recognized Lucas. More importantly, he was afraid of him.
I could only imagine that after what Frankie had done to Bethany in the past, Lucas must have made sure he paid for it. But now, it seemed Frankie had forgotten his lesson.
Lucas stood a few meters away, calmly smoking. He didn't touch Frankie—yet. But the calmer he seemed, the more suffocating the pressure became.
Then another figure entered through the door.
I recognized him immediately—it was Max, the same man Lucas had bet against at the underground casino last time.
The moment Max appeared, Frankie and his lackeys shrank back, visibly trembling.
"M-Max…" they stammered.
Max strode forward without hesitation and kicked one of them hard in the stomach.
"You've been working for me all this time, and I never realized just how stupid you are," he spat.
The group cowered, their heads hanging low.
"Max, we wouldn't dare… we…"