“Just do as I say!” Frank snapped and hung up.

The more normal something appeared these days, the more fishy it was, and Frank refused to gamble!

The next day, Frank headed to the address Vicky provided, which was for a mansion in the suburbs. The surrounding area was quite dilapidated, and the mansion itself clearly had not been used for a while.

As Frank strode into the drawing room, he found a youth seated on the couch, sipping tea.

Everything he wore was from cheap brands, and he wore a pair of loafers.

With his myriad-colored dyed hair, he really looked no different from a street thug!

There were other boys who looked much the same with them too, all of them leering at Frank in amusement.