The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1264

Though feeling guilty, Amber refused to admit it and braced Hugh's angry glare as she quickly said, "Why would I lie to you, Mr. Turnbull? That prick is just bullshiting to mess with you. Don't fall for his ploy!" Nonetheless, Hugh was wary even though Amber's take was reasonable, as Frank was right about his condition.

He quietly sneaked away, replaceing a man with a square jaw in the crowd and asking under his breath, "Dr. Jackson, could you take a look at me, and see if there's really something wrong?" The man with a square jaw, Dennis Jackson, was the chief of Zamri Hospital and one of Zamri's Three Bears.

However, he was only allowed to attend the charity auction because it happened to be held in Zamri. Even though Gene owned his hospital, he was the lowest in pecking order among the guests present. However, he still had some degree of authority in Zamri, and seeing that a Turnbull heir was approaching him, he smiled as he took Hugh's pulse.

He then checked Hugh's tongue and other vitals, thinking to himself for a moment before saying softly, "You're fine, Mr. Turnbull-you're just a little weak in the kidneys. With a little supplementation, you'll be good as new."

Hugh was immediately relieved, and glared hostilely at Frank, who was having a chat with Ned.

How dare he mess with him with such lies! That only added to the list of grievances Hugh held against Frank, and he vowed to bury him!

On the other hand, Frank vaguely sensed someone watching him.

He turned to replace Hugh glowering at him, as well as the middle-aged doctor who took his pulse.

He chuckled, shaking his head-Hugh would be lucky if the doctor was skilled and diagnosed him properly.

If the doctor was not, well...

Chuckling and shaking his head, Frank dismissed them from their thoughts.

However, he found Dennis somewhat familiar, seemingly having met him someplace else.

The doctor noticed Frank looking at him too and was frowning after a brief exchange with Hugh.

He suddenly turned toward Frank, glaring hostilely and leaving Frank a little puzzled.

Nonetheless, the other guests were still busy socializing, and Gene had yet to show up.

It seems that social mingling was an unwritten rule for polite society, and Frank was starting to get impatient from waiting.

He headed to the men's room, but just as he was about to leave, he found several security guards standing at the doorway, stopping him.

Their leader was Birthright rank, and he was clenching his knuckles while glowering viciously, "Kid, I don't know who you are to Mr. Janko, but someone paid for your balls."

"My balls?" Frank remained calm despite being encircled, even asking in return in amusement, "Who did? Hugh Turnbull?!"

"Hah! He wouldn't have to stoop that low. Now give me your nose!"

With that, the security guard swung his fist squarely at Frank's face.

Frank simply remained where he was, making no effort to block or dodge.

Seeing that, the security guard was convinced he was just too quick for Frank and was grinning with savage confidence.

After all, his client paid to have Frank's balls and leave him with scars to remember.