Love Knows No Bounds

Chapter 587

"Dylan, I swear I will no longer think about making your wife mine. I just want to ask Kendall where Amelia has gone. I'm certain she knows," Frank beseeched. "Dylan, please, I beg of you. Let Kendall talk to me. I really won't fight you over her anymore. I just want to know where Amelia has gone and why her phone is powered off. I went to her house, but her father and brother said they didn't know either, while her mother said she had left for a vacation."

However, Dylan remained unmoved. "Mrs. Taylor has given you the answer, hasn't she? She's on vacation. Why ask my wife again?"

"Why would she turn her phone off, then?! She didn't even let me know that she had left! She's avoiding me!"

"Since you know she's avoiding you, you should also know that it's pointless for you to find her as well. You will never be able to find anyone unless they truly want you to."

Frank fell silent for a moment before threatening, "I'm in front of your gates right now, Coleman. I will stay here until you let me talk to Kendall. Unless you two plan on never leaving your house, that is."

"Suit yourself. It won't be my problem even if you want to stay in front of my gates your whole life," retorted Dylan impassively before hanging up.

Too bad for you, we have a back door that we can use.

"Coleman, Coleman! Motherf*cker—how dare you hang up on me?!" As livid as Frank was, there was nothing he could do about Dylan either.

"It's too early, Master," a bodyguard reminded him.

It's only normal for Master Dylan to give you a hard time when you've bothered their rest, Sir.

"Is it? The sun has already risen," Frank rebutted while looking at the sky. Though the first glimmer of light had just passed through the clouds, the sky had indeed brightened anyhow.

"Coleman's doing it on purpose. He's deliberately giving me a hard time. That son of a b*tch, kicking me while I'm down! Now that he has gotten himself a wife and is living a happily married life, he can't stand to see me having someone I love or living a happy life!"

The bodyguard wanted to remind Frank that Dylan was his nemesis.

However, Frank just paced back and forth in front of Dylan's gates. If life was as exaggerated as the cartoons, Frank would eventually create a rift.

Meanwhile, the security guards stationed at the gates had long approached Frank with a few bodyguards. They were now on high alert, no longer daring to doze off as they stared wearily at Frank and his men.

They would immediately pull the siren and gather all security personnel if Frank dared to barge in. With everyone's efforts combined, they would certainly have a fighting chance against Frank's men.

During his wait, Frank, unwilling to resign to fate, called Kendall a few more times. The call might have gotten through, but the young woman just wouldn't answer it. Even Dylan didn't bother picking his calls up anymore.

Livid, he wanted to smash his phone to the ground and barge into the residence with his men, but he ended up putting them to rest after his bodyguards dissuaded him.

If he barged into the house and pissed Dylan off, the conscienceless couple would certainly screw with him.

In the end, the poor man could only suppress his anger and anxiety.

You just had to confess your love to her so quickly, eh, Mendelson?! Look at what happened! Look at what you did! You scared Amelia away! Frank regretted letting his emotions get ahead of him.

But he was jealous, wasn't he?!

As if unable to stop himself from tearing up the pictures of other men—Ronnie, in particular—Amelia had put up in her room weren't terrible enough, he even confessed his love to her impulsively.

He knew he would frighten her and that she might not believe his feelings either, but never did he think she would run away. To think a cheerful personality like her, who seemed to be able to see the falling sky as a blanket, would be afraid when love came knocking at her door!

As time ticked by, the sky gradually brightened up, and a new sun rose, scattering its soft rays across the world.

Suddenly, the gates opened, and out came Amos with a basin of something.

Being Dylan's nemesis, Frank naturally knew Amos was Dylan's butler and was deeply trusted by the

man. Hence, Amos' words and actions were tantamount to Dylan's.

"Mr. Miller, is Dylan up?" Frank approached Amos upon seeing him.

"Good morning, President Mendelson."

"Not good. I'm not good at all. Amy has run away; can you believe that?! She ran away! I'm not good at all. I'm dying here!" Frank was genuinely freaking out.

He had always behaved obsessively toward relationships.

Back then, he was obsessed with Kendall because he wanted to regain his 'baby', and he only stopped when he learned that Baby wasn't his daughter after having a complete version of that dream. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Later, when he discovered that the person he truly loved was Amelia, he began obsessing over her.

"Young Master Dylan and Young Mistress Kendall have awoken and are having breakfast as we speak," Amos answered. "Young Mistress Kendall said you have to do something to prove your love for Ms. Taylor if you want answers from her, President Mendelson."

Frank had finally calmed down at this point, and he asked Amos, "What does Kendall want me to do?"

Kendall and Amelia were best friends who wished each other all the happiness in the world.

Come to think of it, Kendall was he and Amelia's matchmaker. If he hadn't been obsessive about Kendall and his 'baby', he wouldn't have gone to Amelia, let alone fall in love with her.

As worked up as Frank was right then, he couldn't be upset toward Kendall when he had wronged her.

Besides, it was normal that she didn't believe his feelings toward Amelia, considering the way he behaved when he was obsessed with her in the past. Who was to say that Amelia didn't want Kendall to test him as well?!

Meanwhile, Amos handed the basin in his hands to Frank, who saw a basin full of black and white sesame seeds mixed together.

Also, on top of the seeds were two smaller basins.

"What's this?" Frank had a bad feeling about this.

"Young Mistress Kendall wants you to separate the black and white sesame seeds into these smaller basins," Amos answered. "She will see you or answer your call once you've accomplished the task."

Frank turned grim at once.

"Young Mistress Kendall also said your declaration of love to Ms. Taylor and whatnot are lies to deceive Ms. Taylor if you're not even willing to do something as small as this. Consequently, she will warn Ms. Taylor against being tricked."

The next second, Frank snatched the basin of sesame from Amos' hands.

"Might I warn you, President Mendelson, that Young Mistress Kendall wants you to do it on your own. No one can assist you. Feel free to separate them here, or you can do it at your home. That's fine, but no one can assist you. If you finish the task too quickly, that means you've taken the shortcut, which

also means that your love still isn't sincere enough."

"Tell your young mistress I will separate the sesame seeds myself, and I also hope that she's a woman of her words," answered Frank through gnashed teeth, feeling grim.

"Young Mistress Kendall sticks to her words, I can assure you that," Amos replied with a smile. "As long as you do as she demands, she will certainly meet you after you're done with the task."

As for whether Kendall would answer Frank's question, it would be an entirely different matter.

After all, she had only promised to see or answer his call. She didn't promise to answer his questions.