Frank nced at Frida.


    Seeing her nod, Frank took the check while staring at Yonca in curiosity.


    "Alright, you took the check—that means you agree to the Turnbulls'' agreement. Let''s go—I can''t stand


    this ce another second longer."


    Yonca waved, gesturing for Frida to drive.


    "Wait!" Frank stopped them, seeing that they were about to leave, and asked nkly, "What


    agreement? I don''t know anything about it."


    "Also..." Frank nced at the check he was holding, brandishing it. "What''s this for?"


    "You actually want me to exin it to you? What a moron." Yonca snorted, rolling her eyes again.


    "That''s a billion dor check. Now that you''ve taken it, stop bothering Vicky. Satisfied now?!"


    When Yonca was finished, Frank wheeled on Frida furiously. "What''s this supposed to mean?!"


    "It''s exactly what it means." Frida sighed tiredly. "Ms. Turnbull has decided to marry Titus Lionheart,


    and their parents have already agreed to it. The annulment before doesn''t count, and that check is your


    compensation. You can now leave Morhen and return to Riverton—goodbye."


    Frida got in the car, while Yonca snapped in contempt at him, "Heard that, hick? You''ve really done it


    now, swindling a billion dors from my family! Urgh, it''s so annoying. Why do we have to pay him that


    much?!"


    Frank ignored her and growled, "This wasn''t what we agreed, Frida."


    "Things change." Frida shrugged. "Stopped being stubborn—Ms. Turnbull is marrying Titus, and there''s


    no changing that. Neither of us get to decide for her."


    "You think?!" Frank bellowed. "Of course it''s not up to us! So bring Vicky over—I want to hear it from


    her. Either she tells me personally is willingly marrying Titus, or I''m not listening to anyone else!"


    "That''s enough from you!" Yonca shrieked furiously, her painted brows creasing. "Isn''t that enough


    money? Look at yourself in the mirror already—you don''t even deserve a cent! The way I see it, we


    should just have our people beat you up and throw you out of Morhen!"


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    "Really? Come on, then—I''d like to see you try!" Frank tore the check into pieces, stamped his foot on


    it, and strode right up to Yonca''s face.


    "Oh, so that''s how you want to y it?!"


    Seeing that Frank was not ying along, Yonca beckoned at her bodyguards. "Go, break his arms! I''ll


    take responsibility even if he ends up dead!"


    Yes, ma''am!" the bodyguards bellowed.


    Frank scowled as he watched them approach, standing his ground.


    "Hah!" he bellowed, mming his palm into Frida''s three-ton car and sending it spinning before


    crashing it into the bodyguards!


    Bang!


    "What?!"


    "Oof!"


    "Argh!!!"


    The dozen bodyguards were all floored, coughing blood and leaving Yonca petrified.


    "Calm down, Mr. Lawrence!" Frida hurried to Frank to reason with him, shooting Yonca an exasperated


    look as she came to her senses.