Chapter 147 Frank's True Thoughts
That night, Steven made love until very late.
The issues in the neighborhood were finally resolved, and he felt incredibly relaxed.
Previously, he hadn't fully let go during sex, but this time he was completely unrestrained.
Elinor, too, had pent-up desires for a long time, and they both released everything that night.
However, there was a difference between them.
Steven's energy and stamina were quite strong, and he was still very spirited the next morning.
But Elinor was exhausted, finding it difficult even to get out of bed to make breakfast.
Steven was in a great mood. He took out some food from the extradimensional space and ate.
Next, he checked how Frank's contact was going.
When Frank's message came, Steven felt there was indeed an opportunity to act, so he would go with Frank to take a look.
Steven wasn't in a hurry, but Frank was very anxious.
After being injected by Steven yesterday, he hadn't slept well all night, feeling like he was about to die.
He sent a message to Steven in the morning.
Frank: [Mr. Rogers, I've already communicated with them. When are we going over?]
Steven smiled slightly and quickly typed a reply: [Come to my house, and let's talk in detail.]
Soon, Frank arrived at Steven's door.
Steven opened the door and let him into the room.
After entering, Frank's expression was the same as Elinor's and Cara's before—stunned and delighted.
He looked like a beggar entering a paradise full of gold and jewels, with a silly smile on his face, looking dazed.
"It's so warm here. Is this heaven?" Frank said foolishly.
Steven rolled his eyes at him. "This is my home."
Frank came to his senses and immediately felt unbearably hot, as he was wrapped in six or seven layers of clothing, and Steven's house was at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, making him feel like he was in a furnace.
He quickly took off several layers of down jackets and cotton clothes, then somewhat awkwardly approached Steven.
He said, "Mr. Rogers, I've talked to Brock. I'll pretend to cooperate with him and then bring you over."
"When he opens the door, we'll find a chance to take him out!" Frank was eager.
Steven sat on the couch, crossing his legs, and pointed to the opposite couch. "Sit! No rush. Let's talk slowly."
Frank glanced at Steven's couch, which was high-end and as white as a cloud.
Frank didn't dare sit on the couch, as he hadn't bathed in a month and was afraid of dirtying it. So he sat on the carpet.
Even so, he felt extremely satisfied.
After a whole month, he finally felt what warmth was!
Steven was sitting, so he had a perfect angle to look down at Frank.
This once arrogant rich scion was now as humble as a stray dog. No, how could he say "like"? He was a stray dog.
Frank looked up at Steven ingratiatingly, "Mr. Rogers, let me tell you how I talked to him."
Steven smiled slightly and extended his hand to Frank. "No need for that trouble because I'll just look your chat history by myself."
Frank's face stiffened, "What? You'll look by yourself?"
"Give me your phone. Let me see your chat history." Steven said.
Steven's smile was very bright, but in Frank's eyes, it was terrifying.
There were things in his chat with Brock that he couldn't let Steven see.
Just like he belittled Brock in front of Steven, he couldn't let Brock know about it.
"Hurry up. Give me the phone. You don't have anything to hide from me, do you?"
Steven squinted his eyes, a slit of killing intent flashing through.
"No, nothing! But..."
Cold sweat dripped from Frank's forehead, his eyes darting around, and his right hand instinctively covered his pocket.
Steven didn't bother with more nonsense. He pulled out a black pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Frank's forehead.
"Talking nicely doesn't work with you, does it?" He threatened Frank.
Frank quickly begged for mercy. "Mr. Rogers, don't shoot. Please don't shoot!"
He quickly explained, "I did say some bad things about you to Brock. But that was just to confuse him. It wasn't what I really meant!"
Steven grew impatient and said coldly. "Give it to me now!"
Frank didn't dare to argue anymore. He shakily took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Steven.
"The phone's out of battery." Frank said softly, trying to make a last-ditch effort.
Steven took it and saw that the battery was indeed almost dead.
After all, ordinary residents only had about an hour of electricity each day.
And Frank and Brock must have talked for a long time, so it wasn't surprising.
Steven casually took out a power bank from under the table and charged the phone.
Frank's face turned pale, and he almost shrank to the floor, like a deflated balloon.
Steven opened the chat history between Frank and Brock and started browsing.
"So, you two have been in contact for half a month already!" Steven said with a smile.
Frank didn't dare make a sound.
Steven quickly scrolled down. A contemptuous sneer slowly formed.
No wonder Frank didn't want him to see the chat history.
The chat history over the past half month was very rich.
At first, Frank planned to have Brock help get rid of Steven and then take over Steven's safe house and supplies.
At that time, Frank's evaluation of Steven was: [That damn bastard is so arrogant just because he has a gun. Why does he get to live in such a nice house?]
Steven sneered, which scared Frank.
Later, when Steven subdued everyone in the building and severely beat the Rapids Gang and Crazy Wolf Gang, Frank's evaluation changed to: [Steven is ruthless, killing dozens of people in one go. He's not easy to deal with!]
And after Steven killed almost all the building managers in one night and burned down 12 buildings, Frank's evaluation changed again: [Steven is a formidable character, really capable. Mr. Johnson, I can't handle him alone, but if we team up, we can definitely do it.]
In the chat history, Frank used a lot of insulting terms for Steven, especially in the early conversations, which were full of contempt.
And just as Steven had thought, Frank initially planned to lure him over and have Brock use a trap to kill him.
Steven sneered at Frank, shaking the phone. "How do you explain this?"
Frank swallowed hard and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Rogers, let me explain! I said those things to confuse him, to make him think I was on his side. Only then could I deceive him!"
He raised his right hand and swore to the light. "If I have any bad intentions towards Mr. Rogers, may I die a horrible death!"
Steven sneered disdainfully. "Swearing now is useless. You better come up with something real!"
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