The Emergence of the Legacy Man

Chapter Seventy Six

“Thompson, that bastard.”

Sheila raised her head at the sound of Frank's voice, she watched the door patiently until he pushed the door to their room open and slammed it harshly shut as he stepped into the room. She took in his large figure with a raised brow, his hair was messy like it had gotten fingers run through thousands of times. He had gotten rid of the suit jacket and tie, even the buttons on his shirt had been left undone, and it was not long before she noticed he had also gotten rid of his belt. Sheila scoffed, it seemed to be that Frank got impatient and undressed on his way up, which she found funny. His shoulders were slumped in defeat and his body was tense, his nose was flared and his eyes were filled with anger.

“What got you this riled up? What did Thompson do this time?” She questioned curiously, dropping her phone to turn to Frank and give her full attention to him.

Frank scoffed, “He bought yet another of my property.”

Although the news was not pleasing to Sheil