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    Walter was stumped. “Let’s hope he’s worth the money.”


    Vicky hoped so too, since this was the first time she met Boran and the only thing she only offered him


    was her money.


    Either way, they need someone strong from Earthrank to help.


    As the other Turnbulls left, Vicky walked up to Frank. “I’ve heard about what happened. I’m really sorry


    about that.”


    The Chandlers wanted Grande Pharma shares, but her mother immediately tried to force Frank to give


    up his.


    She felt sorry for him, to be honest.


    Frank waved her off nonchntly and chuckled at the sight of her scowl. “I never knew you could make


    that face.”


    Vicky breathed a long sigh. “The Chandlers sent Drake, who’s really strong, whereas my uncle’s side of


    the family refused to help. To be honest, I’m not confident about this.”


    Then, turning in curiosity toward Frank, she asked, “What level on Earthrank do you think you’d be?”


    Frank shook his head. “I wouldn’t be on that list…”


    Vicky cut him short before he could finish, “Fair enough. You should leave Riverton as soon as you can


    if we lose the fight in three days. Even if the Chandlers have said they won’t kill you, they’d change


    their minds once they get the shares… I’m tired now. I’ll go get some rest.”


    Frank could not say anything at that, which left Vicky in the dark.


    He was not Earthrank–he was Skyrank.


    Three dayster, at Tycon Dojo…


    The building itself was owned by one of the Chandlers‘ associates.


    The Chandlers had been spreading word about their uing confrontation with the Turnbulls, and


    many had gathered around the dojo. Most of them were just there to enjoy the show or reconsider their


    alliances.


    The Chandlers‘ purpose was simple, too: defeat the Turnbulls and promote themselves so that the


    minor bigwigs would defect to them.


    Cindy Zonda hade too. She loved joining in the liveliness, and Helen had to send her because she


    did not have the time for such a frivolous affair.


    She was also apanied by a man standing over 1.9 meters tall, his muscles tight andrge as if


    boulders.


    Hughie Steiner was her college ssmate, and he built a business in fitness gyms after they


    graduated. They recently met again during an alumni meeting and soon found themselves under the


    sheets.


    Cindy certainly had fun, since fit people were simply… better.


    “Who do


    you think would win today, Hughie?” she asked in curiosity.


    Hughie thought about it. “It’s hard to say… The Chandlers‘ champion is tenth in Earthrank, while the


    Turnbulls‘ is eighth.”


    “What? Doesn’t that mean the Turnbulls have the advantage?” Cindy eximed in surprise.


    If anything, she would rather the Turnbulls lose, to the point they were stripped of everything.


    Frank certainly would not get to strut after that!


    “That’s not set in stone,” Hughie said. “Two ranks means the gap isn’t that wide. We won’t know until


    the fight happens.”


    Cindy’s mood improved right then–she was happy as long as the Turnbulls did not win!


    That was when she spotted a familiar figure, which was none other than Frank


    “What are you doing here?!” she promptly snapped at him.