Yara blushed as she lowered her gaze, avoiding Frank’s eyes.


    She had no choice–she needed to give her father a suitable excuse, since Neil might harass Frank.


    However, she did not have one and had to tell her father that Frank was her boyfriend to finally get her


    father to help.


    “Oh… Well…” Frank blurted, not sure what to say.


    “We’ve just been together for a month, Dad,” Yarained right then. “Don’t pry now.”


    Robert smiled. “Alright, if you say so.”


    Beside him, Stan flexed his muscles. “It’s not that easy Mr. Lawrence. You’ll have to get past me first.”


    if


    you want to be my


    brother–inw,


    Frank was left with a headache right then–he never had that intention at all!


    Robert chuckled just then. “Well, my son said it. You’d need to at least best him to protect Yara, don’t


    you?”


    Frank smiled awkwardly. “Ms. Quill is plenty amazing herself. Not many would be able to beat her.”


    Did she even need protection, given her strength?”


    Still, Robert waved him off dismissively. “You may not know this, Mr. Lawrence, but Yara has never won


    against Stan. Why don’t you teach him the lesson… that there’s always a bigger fish?


    Stan’s eyes were fixed on Frank too. “What, are you afraid, Mr. Lawrence?”


    Frank sighed exasperatedly–they would even put up a good cop, bad cop routine just to push him.


    It seemed he would have to show his chops today…


    Slowly rising to his feet, he said, “In that case, I shall give a few pointers.”


    Stan pursed his lips.


    They really should not have been polite with him–the man was already getting full of himself!


    Robert then eximed in delight, “Great! Let’s move to the dojo, shall we?”


    Frank nodded and followed them.


    Yara moved beside him, apologizing quietly, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Lawrence…”


    “It’s fine.” Frank shrugged nonchntly. “I can see that your brother is a nut when ites to martial


    arts. With that being the case, I could spar with him a little.”


    “That’s not what I mean,” Yara said in embarrassment. “I meant lying to my father that you’re my


    boyfriend. You can’t me me—I was really worried about you, and that was the only idea I cane


    up with to get my father to bail you out.”


    Frank did a double take, but he certainly would not me her since she did it out of kindness. Surely


    you jest, Ms. Quill. I’d never me you… but wouldn’t that hurt your reputation?”


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    Yara waved him off nonchntly. “It’s no issue. As long as you’re safe, Mr. Lawrence.”


    Frank averted his eyes, finding it hard to look into her earnest gaze just then.


    Soon, they arrived at the dojo, where many others were training.


    Still, some were curious to see Stan getting into the ring with an unfamiliar face.


    “Who is it? Is he really going to spar with Stan?”


    “Looks like it. I mean, Mr. Turnbull himself is here…”


    Everyone was soon staring fixedly at the ring, losing interest in training just then.


    Stan rolled up his sleeves, nodding in salutation as he said, “Shall we get started, Mr. Lawrence?”


    “Sure,” Frank said evenly. “You can go first.”


    The crow immediately got rowdy—in their eyes, Robert was invincible, and Stan was certainly powerful


    as he mostly inherited his father’s techniques!


    “Whoa, that’s one pompous brat!


    “Teach him a lesson, Mr. Quill!”


    Stan was chuckling in contempt as well. “You’re letting me go first? You won’t even have the chance to


    strike back!”


    Yara shouted a friendly reminder just then, “Don’t underestimate him, Stan! Watch yourself up there!”


    Robert actually frowned beside her. “Do you think so lowly of your own brother?”


    “Nope.” Yara sighed. “But he won’t win unless Frank deliberately concedes.”


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    Robert raised his brow, bing even more curious about Frank’s abilities just then…