Bella: "I'M REALLY DIED?!"

"Did you hear that?" Frank asked, straining his ears.

Mike even had to squint with his mouth closed. "Ahhh... He's screaming again!"

"Would you like to come over to check on him?" asked Frank, reluctant to get up from his seat.

But Mike was already shaking his head quickly, "He hasn't been here for a week, and he keeps grumbling! I feel like I want to shut up his talkative mouth,"

"That's a great idea, Mike. Why didn't you say so earlier," Frank's smile widened as his eyes narrowed slyly,

It was true. Isabella or David's figure was in the locked room and kept screaming. That thing made Frank and Mike feel disturbed and annoyed.

"Are you sure? What if Dom gets mad?" Mike suddenly became doubtful about his idea just now.

"He's still working on those big muscles. Look how much wood he's cut. Don't worry, that's my business," Frank said confidently.