Meanwhile, the Janko family bodyguards had chased down Yed and restrained him again.


    Even as they dragged him off to the basement stockade, he screamed, "Please save me, Ms.


    Lionheart! They''re going to kill me!"


    "Ned Janko, I demand you release Yed this instant!" Sif bellowed at Ned loftily right then.


    "No." Ned shook his head, his tone neutral. "I refuse. And what are you going to do about it? Attack me


    on my family''s turf?"


    "Better think about what you''re doing," Sif growled impatiently in return.


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    Ned was always a loser whom everyone could bully—how did he be so authoritative in just a few


    days, even daring to stand up to her?!


    "There''s no need to think, Ms. Lionheart." Ned held her gaze in turn. "I''m now asking you to leave my


    house. We''re not receiving guests at the moment."


    "What if I refuse?" Sif asked quietly.


    "Then I will have to remove you by force!" Ned bellowed. "Uncle Lothar! Retainers! Escort them out of


    here?!"


    "Come on if you dare!" Sif bellowed in turn as she strode forward. "Ciril Janko''s death is assured, and


    disrespect me again, and I''ll make sure everyone hears about it! Every enemy you''ve ever made will


    soon be at your doorstep... I''m sure I don''t need to borate further?"


    "And how do you know about Ciril?!" Lothar barked, shaking with rage.


    Ned snorted in turn. "Hah! Yed was gloating all about it, Uncle Lothar—he sold us all out to the


    Lionhearts! Ms. Lionheart is here to eliminate you and the loyal retainers, and they would have won if


    not for Mr. Lawrence''s interference!"


    Lothar was positively apoplectic upon hearing Ned''s words.


    Still, he stifled his impulse to kill Yed right then and there, and turned to Sif as he growled coolly, "I''m


    afraid the Lionhearts have failed today, Ms. Lionheart. My brother is alive—and kicking, I might add!"


    "Hah! Quit being stubborn already," Sif snorted, folding her arms before her chest.


    Lothar shrugged, sneering as he pointed at Frank, "This is Mr. Lawrence. He saved my brother from


    the brink of death, and it was him who exposed Yed''s wretched conspiracy. Ask him all you want if you


    doubt us."


    "Mr. Lawrence? Never heard of."


    Sif trailed off when she turned and saw Frank standing there, impassive. "You?!"


    Ned noticed Sif''s agitation right then and quickly asked, "What, you''ve met before, Mr. Lawrence?"


    "Yep, once." Frank nodded.


    "Once, you say?!" Sif could blow up from sheer rage when she heard Frank''s nonchnt tone!


    Her elders had been lecturing and criticizing her endlessly ever since she returned from Norsedam.


    Spending billions to buy an underage Hyperion Root?


    It was fortunate they had Hundred Bane Sect''s help to hasten its growth, or she would have lost even


    more money in terms of value!


    Sif certainly did not expect to see him here in Janko Gardens in the middle of Morhen.


    She could barely stay sane even as her fury red.


    But not only did the bastard refuse to apologize, he was even pointing at her usingly. "I''m sure Yed


    Janko got the poison he used on his father from you, didn''t he... Ms. Lionheart?"


    "So what if I did?!" Sif bellowed.