Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 739 - 742: Shoot this way, fire your gun!

Frank Mitchell’s relaxed nerves immediately tensed up.

Just as the bodyguard was preparing to escape with him, they were quickly surrounded.

Expressionless men in black encircled them.

Just as the bodyguard was about to draw his pistol, the men in black all pulled out their guns and shouted, "Don’t move!"

Outnumbered, they had no choice but to reluctantly put down their pistols.

Steady, rhythmic footsteps approached.

The men in black automatically stepped aside, making way.

A handsome man, who looked strikingly like Thomas Shannon, stepped forward, his cold eyes full of sharpness.

The cold breath he exuded was no less intimidating than Thomas.

In a moment, the air pressure in the vicinity dropped to its lowest point.

His cold eyes landed on Frank Mitchell’s face. "Are you Frank Mitchell?"

Frank Mitchell stood in place, his back straight as an arrow, his hands by his sides clenched into fists.

He clenched his teeth, glaring with resentment at the man in front of him. It was this man; it was him!

Feeling the hatred coming from him, James Shannon’s eyebrow tips raised slightly. "You hate me?"

Frank Mitchell’s fists creaked as he clenched them tighter. He suddenly swung a punch and charged forward.

"Mister, watch out!"

As soon as the man in black’s voice sounded, James Shannon kicked him away.

THUD!

With a heavy thud, Frank Mitchell fell flat on the ground.

He raised his head, staring at him furiously. "I will kill you!"

"If you want to kill me, you need to have the ability." James Shannon approached him, looking down from above. "Tell me, why do you hate me?"

"You know exactly why!" He had the nerve to ask?

Feeling the humiliation, Frank Mitchell fiercely slammed his fist into the ground. His body suddenly leaped up, ready to fight him to the death. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

James Shannon moved quickly, snatching a pistol from a man in black’s hand and pressing it to Frank’s head. "Young man, speak clearly."

"Ha, James Shannon, spare me! You know what you’ve done; you know it in your heart!"

Frank Mitchell’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with red veins. "Do I need to remind you of the shameful things you’ve done?"

James Shannon found it utterly ridiculous. "What have you misunderstood?"

"What happened to my mother that year is just a misunderstanding?!" Frank Mitchell grabbed the pistol pressed against his forehead and forcibly moved it to his chest. He stared fiercely at James Shannon. "Shoot here, shoot!"

"How dare you!"

A man in black kicked him behind the knees, and Frank Mitchell’s legs buckled, causing him to kneel before James Shannon.

James Shannon pulled the pistol from Frank’s hand and tossed it to a man in black nearby.

"Frank Mitchell, do you think I’m your father?"

James Shannon was an intelligent man. He indeed recognized Frank Mitchell and knew who his mother was.

So, the last time he heard Thomas Shannon was dealing with Frank, he had proactively called Thomas Shannon to inquire.

"Isn’t it?!" Frank Mitchell gritted his teeth.

James Shannon coldly hooked the corner of his mouth. "In my life, I’ve only had my wife. My only son is Thomas Shannon."

Hearing these words, Frank Mitchell grew even angrier, like a volcano about to erupt, burning with scorching lava.

Such a good one about having only his wife. What about his mother? What was his mother to him, then? This shameless man dared to act but not own up!

"Rest assured, my father’s surname is Mitchell. You, this bastard, don’t deserve to be my father!"

James Shannon hadn’t come to him to hear his crazy words and insults. Even with his excellent composure, he grew angry with each curse Frank directed at him.