"Agree, my ass!"


    Frank snapped at Glen even as the Turnbull family bodyguards watched. "When did I make a deal with


    Vicky? She called me to see her, and helping your father is a matter of convenience. I get to decide, so


    don''t think you Turnbulls can ride on Vicky''s request!"


    Anyone being snapped at like that would never react well, and that certainly applied to Glen Turnbull,


    the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen.


    The only one who did thatst time was his own father. Barring that man, every outsider had been


    reverent to him, even directly kowtowing.


    Even the head of the Lionheart family and the Sorano family had to show him due respect.


    And Frank was snapping at him in his house? Who did he think he was?!


    "Watch your mouth! I dare you to speak in that manner with Mr. Turnbull again!" The Turnbull retainers


    strode up at Frank just then, each of them Ascendant rank and hired with a king''s ransom.


    They even had an elder from the Martial Alliance among their ranks.


    "Really?"


    Frank cast a sweeping nce at them, and then at the scowling Glen as he asked quietly, "So you


    Turnbulls are not going to honor your agreement?"


    "The Turnbulls are generations of businessmen, and honoring our agreement is our t," Glen said


    coolly, his smile faded. "But your agreement with Vicky was just a verbal agreement that came without


    my agreement. Don''t you think you need permission to visit her in my house?"N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    "Really? That means a grown adult like Vicky has no personal freedom in this house?" Frank narrowed


    his eyes hostilely.


    "Watch your tone, whippersnapper!" an elderly retainer snapped. "This is Turnbull House! You don''t get


    to strut!"


    "Speak like that again, and we will show you." An Ascendant rank hag narrowed her eyes threateningly.


    "Hahaha!" Frankughed instead of getting upset with their threat. "So these people are what gave you


    your confidence, Glen? You''d better make up your mind quickly."


    As Frank strode forward, his vigor bursting away menacingly, Glen''s expression turned cold. "No, they


    simply had enough of your insolence, and I never intended for this to be a discussion. So how about


    this? I''ll pay you a billion dors, and you vanish from Vicky''s life forever. You''re both from different


    worlds anyway—she will be Mrs. Lionheart, while you..."


    Glen trailed off, shaking his head. "You have an ex-wife in Riverton, don''t you? Don''t get too greedy


    now, Mr. Lawrence."


    "What if I refuse?" Frank narrowed his eyes coolly.


    "Then we have to go down a path neither of us would like," Glen retorted tly. "We''d have to make you


    forget about Vicky."


    "Hmph. I''d like to see you try." Frank snorted, giving up on pretension right then, charging Five-Peat


    Archaeus from head to toe and unleashing a horrible pressure.


    Glen snorted in turn and stepped back, while five Ascendant ranks surrounded Frank.


    The hag earlierughed eerily. "You are the first person who dares to strut in Turnbull House, kiddo."