cky warned Neil just then, “Word of advice: You’d better shove that pompousness of yours id be nice to


    him.”


    You want me to be nice? Who does he think he is?” Neil snorted haughtily. “It’s his honor at he even


    gets to talk to me.”


    cky simply shook her exasperatedly.


    ank soon arrived at Turnbull Vi.


    Mr. Lawrence.”


    rank.”


    alter and Vicky immediately greeted him, with Walter telling him, “Neil is going to ask you estions about


    Les‘ death. Just be honest and don’t hide anything.”


    know, don’t worry.” Frank smiled and strode into the drawing room.


    ; his eyes met Neil’s, Neil growled, “You’re Frank Lawrence?”


    les.”


    Did you kill Les Turnbull?”


    Yes,” Frank replied nonchntly. “He was in league against his own family, sending hitmen ;ainst Yara


    and murdering Obadiah Longman. He was going to murder Yara Quill as well, but saved her and


    chased him down. He tried to kill me, but I killed him in turn.”


    ang!


    eil suddenly mmed his hand loudly on the table, stunning everyone as he sprang to his et, ring at


    Frank and demanding, “Who do you think you are, murdering a Turnbull?”


    ank shrugged. “Isn’t the punishment for betrayal death?”


    Even if he was a traitor as you said, couldn’t you subdue him?” Neil shot back. “Weren’t ?le to


    incapacitate dozens of men on your own? Is subduing Les that difficult?”


    you


    cky stood up right then. “How is Frank supposed to do that? Les had a gun, and Frank could. ave been


    killed.”


    Hah!” Neil scoffed. “And yet, he’s dead! Isn’t subduing him easier? Moreover, Les isn’t here testify–


    everything we know is what this man said. Who knows if he didn’t kill Les out of


    ettiness?”


    What…” Vicky was left seething right then–Neil was talking out of his ass!


    heless, Frank raised a hand to stop Vicky.


    here was no point wasting his breath since Neil was not interested in the


    ‘atching Neil as he stood there haughty, he asked, “Then what do you uth


    It’s a crime to kill a Turnbull,” Neil barked. “But since you did it for us, we will only demand


    that you cut off an arm.”


    “Hahaha!” Frank could not helpughing at that.


    “What’s so funny?!” Neil snapped, frowning.


    “An arm?” Frank looked at him in turn. “Who do


    you


    think you


    are?”


    “Insolence!” Neil exploded with rage, not expecting Frank to show him no respect at all. “Get him!”


    His bodyguards charged at Frank right then.


    “Hold it!”


    “Wait!”


    Vicky and Walter shouted at the same time, with Walter snapping at Neil, “Frank is at fault, but that’s


    asking too much! Why don’t we ask him to atone instead?”


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    Neil narrowed his eyes. “You don’t get to question me, Uncle Walter.”


    Vicky stood before Frank in turn, and snapped at Neil, “Enough! I could see that you just want to punish


    Frank. Don’t you think you’re out of line?”


    “So what if I am?” Neil shrugged. “I am the second heir to the family. Barring father and Rob, everything


    I say goes.”


    Susan hurried to Vicky just then, muttering under her breath, “Stop it, Vicky. He’s only asking Frank to


    cut off his arm, not kill himself.”