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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 831-That certainly made sense—a piece of shit like Ned would never encounter someone more impressive than Abel.

If that young man was really as impressive as he bragged, why was he not famous?

With that in mind, Yed stared at Frank from the back, sneering coldly.

Eight million? More like poetic justice!

If Frank never insulted him, Yed would have been content with giving the conman beating and throwing him out of his mansion.

However, Frank's pompous attitude had thoroughly left Yed incensed—and no one insulted the Jankos and got away with it!

• Soon, the Jankos were once again gathered in Ciril's bedroom.

Frank strode up to Ciril, and with just a single look, shook his head and said, "Taut Snow Tree—one of Hundred Bane Sect's finest. The Yellow Shrive would only have kept Mr. Janko alive for a few days instead of clearing it completely."

Abel frowned right then—could he have been mistaken?

The way the kid identified the poison right away and without closer inspection…

It was simply outrageous!

Perhaps he was really as good as he bragged too?

That was when Yed chuckled coolly. "Mr. Loggins has already identified the poison. I'm sure Ned told you—quit being dramatic already."

"I see." Abel nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he would really be humiliated if some youth diagnosed Ciril quicker than he did.

That was when Ned began, "I never told—"

Frank raised a hand, stopping him. "It's fine. It's not important."

Sweeping his gaze over everyone, he said nonchalantly, "I can treat this poison, but I will need five silver needles—one thick and four thin. And boil a bucket of hot water. Do it right now."

"You heard the man! Go!" Lothar barked at the servants right then.

He was sweating all over his brow, feeling cornered just then.

If anything, he was the one in the room who was most reluctant to let Ciril die.

Their fire-forged brother aside, if Ciril really died, an upheaval would ensue for the Jankos.

With Ciril's leadership as an Ascendant rank gone, the family's retainers would quickly disband and leave, while the rest of them would be reduced to a succulent chunk of meat that the other families would drool over.

At that point, forget their pursuit to rise as one of the Four Families of Morhen— their survival in Morhen would actually be called into question.

That was why Lothar was hoping that something was better than nothing.

Even if Frank was bragging endlessly and he had his misgivings about the boy, he did as told.

If Abel Loggins—Morhen's most famous healer—was helpless, whatever could he do?

As the servants brought everything Frank asked for, he said, "Everyone, keep your distance."

Without hesitation, he pinched one of the thin needles and projected his pure vigor, directing it to spiral around the tip of the needle.

"What..?"

Lothar's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Frank's technique.

Only Birthright ranks were capable of purifying vigor and projecting it.

The fact that this youth could do it meant he was one at his young age, which set him on the same level as the other heirs of the Four Families of Morhen!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 832-Moreover, there was mastery in the way Frank directed his pure vigor—even the average Birthright rank would never accomplish that!

"Could he have completed Birthright rank?" Lothar murmured.

While his own hunch shocked him, his heart was also suddenly welling up with hope.

The kid just might be able to save his brother's life!

"Bastard."

On the other hand, Yed's pupils dilated as he watched Frank perform acupuncture.

The brat was Birthright rank too? Did that mean he was actually capable of saving Ciril?!

The thought left him anxious right then!

Beside him, Abel's doubt toward Frank was completely dispelled even as he watched him and murmured, "The Five Plum Spiritus technique…?!"

It took one to know one, and Abel's face paled as he watched Frank work on Ciril.

He was suddenly remorseful, since he had been rude to the boy!

He was still stubborn about asking Frank the identity of his mentor, or where he had gotten the Yellow Shrive from.

But now, it was obvious that Frank was telling the truth, and that he was the one who refined the Yellow Shrive!

After all, the Five Plum Spiritus acupuncture technique was one of the most sublime disciplines in traditional Draconia medicine, but it had been lost for over a century.

Abel himself had read about it from some yellowed, shriveled text but could never master it. It was not until much later that he realized that it required the complement of pure vigor.

Martial arts and traditional Draconia medicine was inseparable, they used to say.

Now, Abel more or less understood why such a profound tradition would be lost in time—most of the medical techniques required one to be a martial artist!

Individuals who could master medicine and martial arts at the same time were assuredly a rarity. but there was one now, standing right before Abel!

He was thoroughly disappointed in himself right then—if only he had shown Frank more respect earlier!

"Here, and here."

Meanwhile, Frank was busy inserting the thin needles across Ciril's chest before thrusting the thickest at the center in the shape of a plum.

Then, pulling Ciril up so that he was sitting up, Frank moved behind him and struck him rapidly, repeatedly and audibly with two fingers.

While everyone looked on in shock, Abel could see what Frank was doing.

His legs almost buckled and he almost dropped to his knees.

"The Pathos Seal? Yet another lost technique!" he cried. "So it really exists… not just in texts! Heavens, who is this boy?!"

Abel's reaction left Yed on edge right then—it was clear that Frank was skilled, but he was not about to let him save that geezer!

Yed gritted his molars and narrowed at his own son Hal.

Soon, Frank stopped after striking Ciril's back one last time, causing him to vomit a pool of black, clotted blood.

Then, turning toward Ned, he snapped, "Splash the hot water on his face now!"

Ned did not hesitate to carry out his orders, but Yed stopped him even as he raised the bucket.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Yed bellowed. "That water was just boiled!

Don't you know what happens if you splash it on your father's face?!"

"Buzz off!" Ned shoved him away, not interested in playing along with Yed's whims any longer.

He splashed the bucket of boiling water on Ciril's face, and Ciril suddenly screamed, "Argh!!!"

The room was left in an uproar as steam swirled in the air.

"See what you've done?!" Yed seized Ned by the collar right then. "That settles it. You were definitely trying to kill our father!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 833-See what you've done?!" Yed seized Ned by the collar right then. "That settles it. You were definitely trying to kill our father!"

However, Lothar exclaimed in surprise before Yed could hit Ned. "Stop! Look!"

Everyone looked where Lothar pointed.

Then, they saw that Ciril's face was shedding black ice shards all over the floor where the boiling water had made contact.

"What? How…" Yed was stunned.

Ned freed himself from his grasp, sneering. "It seems that you're the one who doesn't want Father saved, Yed!"

"What." Yed was left speechless.

"Watch your mouth, Ned!" Paula promptly leapt to Yed's defense. "He's worried about your father. Why would he try to hurt your father?"

"Exactly!" Yed nodded despite his gnawing guilt.

On the other hand, seeing that his work was done, Frank breathed a soft sigh and lowered Ciril, allowing him to lay in bed.

A healthy red had returned to Ciril's cheeks too—a far cry from the purple complexion earlier. Although he was still unconscious, it was clear that he was normal again.

"Alright, my work is done," Frank said as he took a towel from a servant to wipe his hands.

Looking around at the Jankos, he pointed at Ciril and said, "Mr. Janko will wake up in half an hour. Make sure not to touch him at that time, or the collision of animus would lead to unforeseen consequences."

Abel hurried to Ciril's side just then, carefully inspecting Ciril's breathing and complexion.

Then, as everyone looked on in shock, the most famous healer of Morhen dropped to his knees in front of Frank!

"Mr. Lawrence." He apologized earnestly, "I have been ignorant and insulted you before. Please, forgive me!"

Lothar was speechless. "Mr. Loggins, what."

"Don't worry." Abel nodded at him. "Your brother is fine—as Mr. Lawrence has said, he'll be up in half an hour."

Then, turning back to Frank, he kowtowed at his feet and said, "I, Abel Loggins, have spent my life pursuing traditional Draconia medicine… To meet you today is more than what I could ever hope for! Please take me as your apprentice!"

Seeing a man in his eighties kowtowing humbly to a twentyish year old youth certainly left the Jankos dumbfounded, but Frank appeared nonchalant, as if he was used to it.

In fact, he was even waving off Abel. "Forget. You're too old and your talent is mediocre. You're beneath my tutelage."

"What?!"

Frank's words left the crowd petrified.

Abel Loggins, the most famous, and undisputed best healer of Morhen, was just labeled mediocre?!

What was more, Frank had told Abel that he was beneath his tutelage!

No matter how one looked at it, Frank's arrogance was too much!

However, Abel was the only one in the room who understood what Frank really meant—he was accomplished in medicine, but he was also completely inept in martial arts.

And being as old as he was, he was certainly not qualified.

"Oh, that's not what I mean, Mr. Lawrence," Abel said politely nonetheless. "I'm not so greedy that I'd want to learn your marital techniques—I'd just like to learn some traditional medicine, such as pill refinement."

"Don't you feel embarrassed, as an old man kneeling to a kid?"

Frank smiled vaguely as he stared downward at Abel, who was still on his knees.

"Seniority doesn't matter when it comes to knowledge." Abel simply shrugged. "I may be old, but I'm no more than an ignorant child in your presence, Mr.

Lawrence. What's embarrassing about that?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 834-Abel then finished, "All I ask is for some pointers from you, Mr. Lawrence, and me and my family shall always be indebted to your generous favor."

"Your family?" Frank became interested just then.

Ned hurried to him, explaining, "Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Loggins' family is a dynasty of doctors and healers. They are the top family in Morhen when it comes to the medical field, owning hospitals and apothecaries."

"I see…" Frank stroked his chin, more or less hatching an idea.

He would probably fail if he stood against the Lionhearts and the Turnbulls on his own. But that might not be the case with Ned and his family's help.

As for the Loggins, they seemed to hold considerable influence in Morhen as a family of doctors, and Frank would certainly like to make their acquaintance should there be an opportunity.

With that in mind, he nodded. "I can see that you're very sincere—just leave me your address. I'll visit some time when I'm free."

"Wonderful!"

Abel's beard was bristling from his excitement, and he promptly whipped out his business card and passed it to Frank. "My family resides in Inner West Morhen.

You can visit me at Loggins Apothecary if you'd like to meet me. No one will stop you if you show this business card."

"Got it." Frank nodded and accepted the business card.

"In that case, I shall bid my leave," Abel said and bowed to Frank again before hurrying away.

It was clear that he was an important and busy man, but his smile to Frank was not fake at all. It was his lifelong ambition to study traditional Draconia medicine, and he could not wait to tell his family about this chance encounter now that his wish was fulfilled.

Frank then turned toward the scowling Yed. "What are you spacing out for?"

Having read the body language and general behavior of everyone in the room, Frank had already seen through Yed's intentions. As such, he was not about to give up on an opportunity to help Ned to succeed his father.

"What?" Yed spaced out for a moment when he realized that Frank was looking at him.

"Where's the agreed reward?" Frank leveled him a look of glee. "Eight hundred million dollars. No more, no less."

Oh, right. I'll have someone bring it right away, Mr. Lawrence." Lothar quickly said.

Having seen how Abel reacted to Frank, he was not about to be glib with the man, just as he had no reason to spare expense now that his brother would hopefully make a full recovery.

And for any family big enough to reach prominence in Morhen? Eight hundred million dollars was really nothing.

However, Frank waved Lothar off and pointed straight at Yed. "Did you forget? I asked him to pay."

"What…" Yed almost flew to a rage as Frank was leveling a provoking glare at him.

Being the heir apparent of the Jankos, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth—no one had ever insulted him or pointed at him like that!

And judging from Frank's behavior, it was clear that the kid meant to insult him!

Still, he took a deep breath and merely growled hostilely, "M-Mr. Lawrence, my father is still unconscious, and you're asking for the money already?"

"What is this, Yed?!" Lothar snapped in displeasure. "Are you doubting Abel Loggins?"

"No," Yed retorted coolly. "I trust Mr. Loggins, but I don't trust some brat who came out of nowhere. What are we supposed to do if he takes the money and runs before father actually makes a full recovery?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 835-Yed's concern was actually reasonable, and Lothar paused in thought.

"The way I see it, he must be in league with Abel Loggins." Paula laughed coolly just then. "He must be using some misdirection trick on the laymen like us. I think Ciril was never cured at all!"

"Exactly. I think so too." Yed sneered.

"So you're not going to pay me?" Frank's tone became threatening, taking a step forward.

"And what are you going to do about it? You're in my house!" Yed snapped back and beckoned.

Several Janko retainers loyal to Yed strode out, their death aura spilling.

Frank turned to Lothar right then. "Mr. Janko, is this how your family treats guests? And the man who saved the head of the family at that?"

Lothar did a double take but quickly reasoned, "Please calm down, Mr.

Lawrence. I can see that you've cured my brother, and there was no mistaking it. And I've also promised that you'd be paid whether you succeed, as long as you come over."

Wheeling on Yed with a vicious glare right then, he barked, "Yed!"

Unable to refuse, Yed could only snort and push off the retainers flanking him.

"Come here." He beckoned at Frank. "Uncle Lothar had spoken—I'll get you your money."

"I'm coming with you," Ned said, walking toward them.

"Do whatever you like." Yed snorted, able to see that Ned was wary of him.

He subtly whipped out his phone and texted someone before leading Ned and Frank to a limousine waiting to take them to another mansion.

Once they stopped outside the five-story mansion, Yed said coolly, "Wait here.

I'll get a check."

He entered the mansion and soon returned, throwing the check at Frank.

"Take it. Now, piss off." Yed snorted haughtily, as if he was giving alms.

Frank picked up the check to see that it was just a million and scowled as he looked up at Yed. "What's the meaning of this?"

"It's exactly what it looks like." Yed shrugged. "A mongrel like you deserves that much. Go on, refuse to take it—see what happens." "Yed!" Ned strode up, glaring at Yed furiously. "You agreed to pay Mr. Lawrence 800 million! Don't you dare go back on your word."

"Eight hundred million?!" Yed laughed coldly. "Would he even have the balls to take it?! This is my house—what I say goes! And there's no telling if father actually gets better, so why should I pay him?! You can pay him if you want!"

"You little…" Ned was frustrated.

Any business or property he had were constantly stolen by Yed, and he would never afford that 800 million even if he did have some savings.

He turned toward Frank, helpless as he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I only have around 500 million. But don't worry, I will get you your money."

Frank shook his head, however, and smiled at Yed instead. "I said 800 million, no more, no less. And you're the one paying me. I won't take any money from Ned."

Yed narrowed his eyes dangerously right then. "How dare you speak to me like that in my house?! You'll pay for your insolence!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 836-As the retainers and bodyguards loyal to Yed encircled Ned and Frank menacingly, Ned snapped at Yed, "What is the meaning of this?!"

"What, you ask? Haha!" Yed laughed loudly and coldly. "I won't hide it from you now, dear brother—yes, I was the one who poisoned our father! It's his fault for choosing you as his successor! He's asking for it! Also, it's not just me. Paula is in this too! She's the one who personally did it!"

"What…" Ned blurted, looking around as Yed's men closed in on him in shock and rage. "Have you forgotten Uncle Lothar?! If he finds out about this—"

"Oh, don't worry. That fool would never know." Yed sneered savagely. "Still, he did mess up my plans a little, wasting so much of my time. I would've turned on

him right away if he didn't bring those retainers with him!"

"But that's fine—I made a deal with Sif Lionheart, and she'll soon be here with the Lionhearts' best men. Once they killed Lothar, I'll succeed Father as the next head of the Janko family! I did not want to do this. You all made me do this!"

Ned was left dumbstruck by the extent of Yed's treachery.

"The Lionhearts?!" he bellowed. "When?! Have you forgotten Father's teachings?!"

"You can shove your tecchings up your ass!" Yed shot back in disdain. "Might make right—since father refused to appoint me as his successor, I just have to take it! He should have known this would happen when he chose you instead!"

"Yed. You traitor!" Ned yelled furiously.

"Hah! You're the only traitor—you can rot in a grave like the queer you really are!" Yed laughed and turned toward his men. "Go! Kill them both!"

At his orders, the thirtyish bodyguards and three Birthright rank Janko retainers charged toward Ned and Frank.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this, Mr. Lawrence," Ned apologized, even as he unleashed a burst of pure vigor that covered himself. "Don't worry. I'll clear a path so you can run!"

"So this is the Jankos' technique?"

Frank paused when he saw the yellow projection in the shape of a tortoise around Ned but soon chuckled. "Actually, Mr. Janko, I won't let you die yet. I'm still counting on your family's assistance soon. And don't worry, they can't do anything to you as long as I'm here!"

"Still talking tough?! Go!" Yed barked from a distance.

An ashen-haired man aged around forty—one of the Birthright rank Janko retainers—leapt up into the air right then, charging pure vigor beneath his soles that spiraled into a miniature vortex.

"Hillstepper!" he bellowed as he launched a kick at Frank's face, the air cracking as he tore toward him.

"Watch out!" Ned cried out on top of his lungs.

"Paltry tricks… Hah!" Frank bellowed as he suddenly lifted the limousine nearby and flung it at the oncoming retainer!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 837-"What?!"

"What is that brute strength?!"

The Janko bodyguards could feel their hearts clenching when they saw the sheer power Frank fought with.

Even Ned was left stunned for half a beat as he stood right beside Frank!

On the other hand, the Birthright rank Janko retainers were unfazed—they were no pushovers.

After all, they were the backbone of the Jankos' strength as they rose as one of the Four Families of Morhen, replacing the mysterious Lawrence family.

As everyone watched, the ashen-haired retainer stayed on course, kicking the limousine thrown at him in two.

As he landed and looked around for Frank, he abruptly felt a cold burst of air on his cheek.

"Huh?"

Before he could turn, Frank's foot was on his check, launching him into the air, spinning violently as he coughed liters of blood.

"What?!"

Yed, who had been watching all along, did not even notice when Frank appeared mid-air.

"He's so fast"

The two remaining Birthright rank Janko retainers did, however. They more or less saw Frank vaulting into the air right behind the limousine after he threw it and were left stunned!

"What are you spacing out for?! Go!" Yed bellowed at the retainers when he saw them hesitate.

"Hah!" the white-haired elderly retainer barked as his palms moved rapidly, blurring in motion as he streaked toward where Frank was landing.

The other retainer clenched his fingers like claws, aiming them at Frank's eyes as he followed his comrade.

"Weak and insignificant!" Frank bellowed as he descended from above, putting his psalm together.

"Boltsmacker!"

Two purple lightning bolts shout out despite the bright blue sky, and there was a resounding clap of thunder as Frank released both palms!

"What was that?!"

Lothar Janko, who was staying by his brother's bed, noticed the lightning bolts.

The rumbling thunder soon resounded not too far from the main Janko mansion.

"Was that… an Ascendant rank fighting?!" Lothar murmured in shock, his fingers clawing into the bedpost.

The elderly Janko retainer with him shook his head solemnly. "No. That's no mere Ascendant rank. The martial technique he used employs the world's energies. He's closing in on Transcendent rank!"

"What? Who other than Ciril could've gone that far?!" Lothar exclaimed, but he was suddenly furious when he saw where the lightning bolts landed. "Isn't that Yed's mansion? Is he fighting Mr. Lawrence?!"

However, while Lothar and the Janko retainers were distracted, they did not notice the child sneaking up to Ciril's bed.

Then, jumping on top of Ciril's body, he started laughing as he hopped repeatedly on top of Ciril!

"Blargh!"

It was not until Ciril coughed a large volume of blood that everyone turned and saw Hal Janko, covered in blood and sitting on top of Ciril in confusion.

"You wretch!" Lothar's eyes widened in sheer rage as he lunged toward Ciril's bed, seizing Hal by the neck and ready to strangle him!

"Lothar!" At the same time, the elderly retainer from earlier cried out in shock as he leapt toward Lothar, pushing him out of the way.

Bang!

The elderly retainer caught the full brunt of a palm strike in his chest right then and was sent crashing through the bedroom wall, screaming.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 838-"Brother!" Lothar cried, unable to keep strangling Hal as he dropped to the floor.

When he looked up, he saw that Ciril was suddenly on his feet. However, his hair and beard were standing on ends and his eyes were thoroughly red, his veins throbbing like a raging beast.

"He's gone amok…?!"

Even as the word came to mind, Lothar was left watching as Ciril launched a punch at him on the floor.

"Move!"

Lothar threw Hal aside as he barrel rolled out of the way, dodging Ciril's punch by inches. which left a meter-deep crater on the floor.

"Brother, it's me, Lothar! Get a hold of yourself!" Lothar cried out anxiously.

His words did not seem to reach Ciril, however.

If anything, it made Ciril even more violent.

He bellowed again and kept attacking Lothar.

"Go. Get Mr. Lawrence!" Lothar shouted to the retainers nearby even as he parried Ciril's assault. "T-Tell him that Hal ruined his treatment. Ciril has gone amok!"

Meanwhile, Frank was slowly rising off the ground in front of Yed's mansion.

Beside him lay the two pompous Birthright rank Janko retainers, their bodies charred and themselves unconscious, barely breathing.

"Anyone else? Come on, then," Frank challenged, looking around pointedly at the bodyguards around him.

They were all mostly vigor wielders and were naturally trading glances, none of them daring to take a step forward to challenge Frank.

Just look at the three Birthright rank Janko retainers—two were on the ground, charred after being struck by lightning bolts.

And the other one? He was sent flying somewhere, his fate unknown.

Having seen the depth of Frank's power, none of the bodyguards dared to mess about since none of them were suicidal!

In the distance, Yed was even more shocked than they were.

He knew that Frank was strong and possibly a Birthright rank. Naturally, he was confident he could handle Frank with his three loyal Birthright rank retainers— and including himself, that would pit Frank against four.

He just did not expect Frank to destroy the three retainers in an instant, and he could still see the moment Frank unleashed the wrath of the skies against them.

He realized right then that Frank could well be Ascendant rank… Which meant that small fries like them would stand a chance!

"He was just faking?!" He swore under his breath, his legs shaking uncontrollably. "I shouldn't have sent the other retainers away!"

He had kept only retainers loyal to him in Janko Gardens, sending everyone else away for misdirection, so that they thought they were facing an enemy from the outside. Moreover, the ones who stayed were Birthright rank and should have been enough to handle any problems.

But Frank had to show up out of nowhere, not only bringing Ciril back from the dead, but also proving himself a formidable Ascendant rank!

What a blunder!

Yed's spite for Frank was ablaze—if not for him, his plan would have succeeded!

"I guess your boys are scared." Frank gloated as he looked around at the bodyguards who kept withdrawing and turned toward Yed with a sneer. "So, Mr.

Janko. Time to pay up. or perhaps you have more retainers up your sleeve?"

As Frank strode toward Yed, the bodyguards in the way backed off, clearing a path for Frank straight toward Yed

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 839-"Frank Lawrence."

Yed did not run.

He was a martial artist too, though he also knew that he would never escape an Ascendant rank, which Frank was.

Composing himself, he growled through his teeth despite his reluctance, "I'll pay you your 800 million. But you have to promise that you'll leave my house right away and never meddle in my family's business!"

"Mr. Lawrence…" Ned was left flustered—he would be killed if Frank really left for that money!

To his dismay, Frank stopped and leveled an impassive look at Yed. "Really?"

"Of course," Yed said. "I'm the next head of the Janko family, and my word is golden."

In Yed's mind, overflowing glee was quickly replacing his panic as he realized Frank was just a fool who got involved for money.

Losing 800 million dollars while he turned the tables against everyone and became the next head of the Janko family? That was no loss at all!

In fact, once his succession was complete, he could repay Frank with this humiliation!

This time, Yed even had a servant fetch a checkbook to avoid suspicion and personally wrote it himself before handing it to Frank. "Here's 800 million—don't lose it."

Frank took the check, nodded, and slid it into his pocket.

Yed laughed coldly, turning toward Ned, whose cheeks paled in despair.

"So, isn't it time you leave?" he then asked Frank.

"Why should I leave?" Frank suddenly said.

Yed did a double take, and soon, his sense of danger seized him. "We agreed that I'll pay you 800 million, and you won't meddle in my family's business!"

"Have I ever agreed to that?" Frank asked and turned towards a confused Ned, adding, "Have I ever agreed to anything he said earlier?"

Ned's eyes lit up, his courage flaring even as he was awash with gratitude.

Now, he had truly realized Frank was worth depending on—he did not turn his back on him for money!

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You never promised him anything, Mr.

Lawrence."

"Exactly," Frank said quietly, turning back to the dumbstruck Yed. "That's my consultation fee—it's what I deserve." "Also…" he added, pulling out the milliondollar check from earlier and sliding it into Yed's coat pocket before clapping him on the shoulder, "I'm a man of my word. You overpaid me, so I'm returning it to you now.

"You bastard." Yed finally realized that Frank was messing with him all along.

"You've really done it now, Frank Lawrence! Do you know what will happen if you upset me?!"

"To be honest?" Frank shook his head. "I don't."

"Hah! You'll see when the Lionhearts arrive!" Yed growled through gritted teeth, like a wolf ready to strike.

"Oh, don't bother." Frank shook his head, grinning at Yed. "I don't know what you're up to—all I know is that you're in deep shit."

"What—"

Before Yed could finish, Frank had punched him in the gut, shattering his meridian nexus into tiny pieces.

"Blargh!" Yed coughed out a mouthful of dark-red blood.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 840-"Blargh!"

Yed coughed out a mouthful of dark-red blood as he dropped on his rear, glaring at Frank in disbelief even as he shook with rage. "Y-You crippled my cultivation!

H-How dare…"

"You talk too much."

Frank shook his head and slapped him across the face right then, sending several bleeding teeth flying. "You're traitorous scum who conspired to kill your own father. Nah, you're actually an insult to scum."

Yed would never have dreamed that Frank would actually hit him. He screamed hysterically despite his missing teeth, "Y-You hit me! I'll kill you! I'm the next

head of the Janko family! This is my house. You're dead!"

"Whatever."

Frank turned, shaking his head as he walked up to Ned and clapped him on the shoulder. "Go on, Mr. Janko. I'm sure you need to vent."

"Yeah." Ned nodded.

He had certainly had enough of this brother who bullied and humiliated him ever since a child. Even though he had gone the extra mile to make sure he did not upset Yed, handing over any family estate or business he was given under coercion, even going public that he was gay to avoid leaving a progeny to elude his brother's wariness, Yed kept abusing him anyway.

And Ned had been holding back those grievances for twenty years!

Walking up to his brother, Ned breathed a deep sigh. "Yed."

"Don't you dare." Yed still snapped at Ned despite everything. "If you lay a finger on me now, I swear I'll cut your balls off! You could only wish you were dead!"

"Uh-huh."

Ned allowed Yed to finish threatening him, even nodding along.

Eventually, he asked quietly, "Are you done?"

"Huh.?" Yed felt a pang of terror as he stared at Ned.

Suddenly, all of Ned's cowardly demeanor was gone, and Yed was reminded of that conversation he had with their father.

• Ciril was sitting behind his desk, speaking quietly. "Yed, I'm going to appoint Ned as my successor."

His words caught Yed off guard.

"That eunuch?! Why?! How am I not better?! Do you really hold so much grievance against me?!"

Why?! Why?! Would their father choose a loser like Ned for his successor?!

"Because he shows more potential, and he understands patience and the big picture—" Yed could not remember the rest.

At that very moment, his heart was consumed by jealousy, rage, confusion, and madness.

All he knew was that he shall rise as the next head of the Janko family, no matter what it took!

Pow!

"Argh!!!"

Yed's mind was yanked back to the present even as he felt the agony between his legs.

He was then left staring at his loser brother, who had kicked him wildly in the groin, breaking his family jewels!

The sheer agony left Yed blacking out.

When he came to his senses again and saw him bleeding from his pants, his eyes flashed with madness and hatred. "Fuck you, Ned—"

Pow!

Ned kicked him squarely in the nuts again, this time completely cutting off any chance for Yed to procreate.

Even as Yed could die from the pain, Ned seized him by the hair, lifting him to eye level as he spoke so icily Yed could feel chills.

"How about that, Yed? Who's the eunuch now?"