Ch. 861..870

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 861-However, as soon as Lily started pleading to Eder, Kat snapped, "Stop it, Lily. I won't sing for a bunch of scum like them."

"But…" Lily watched anxiously as the bodyguards encircled Kat.

"Hahaha! Good, good!" Willy laughed. "I've really taken a shine to you now, girl —you're a real feisty one! Take her and bring her to my bed. I'm breaking this wild pony tonight."

Seeing that Willy was so despicable that he did not even care to pretend, Frank finally had enough and sprang to his feet even as Soren looked on in confusion.

"I'll tip ten million dollars," he said evenly, leaving the entire bar gasping.

"T-Ten million?!"

"Now that's a tycoon! Ten million. Not even A-list stars get that honor!"

Everyone, including Willy, turned toward Frank.

Willy was certainly upset and would see the face of the person who would disrespect him. though he also found that voice annoyingly familiar somehow.

"Eh?" He froze when he saw who it was, his eyes flaring in fury even as he was caught in disbelief.

"Hahaha." Mandy suddenly burst out in laughter beside Soren, drawing the attention from Frank.

Rearing her chin at him in contempt, she then snapped, "Honestly, I know you like being the hero. but this time, it's different."

Pausing, she continued, "I can admit that you can fight, even taking away Mr.

Darman's car. But don't you know what the situation is? If you want to stand up for those girls, show us the money! You have neither family connections or influence, so stop talking tough. Do you think you'd be able to conjure up ten million just because you say so?!"

Soren was certainly delighted with Mandy's mocking and chimed in sarcastically, "Oh, people don't know when to quit, acting rich like they aren't and not knowing time and place. Messing with Willy Sorano? He'd be lucky if he left a corpse!"

Everyone turned toward Frank after that, expecting an outburst.

Naturally, they were disappointed as Frank's expression remained neutral, even beckoning at Eder. "Come here."

"Haha. How can I help you, sir?" Eder flashed a fawning smile as he approached.

He naturally would not mess with anyone in his line of business—especially someone who could tip ten million dollars for a song.

Frank's tone remained flat as he said. "Here's my card. The PIN is 123456— then, have The Spades sing the song 'Bitch'. It's meant for a certain bitch who doesn't know his place."

Everyone was left astonished—everything he said was meant to insult Willy, calling him a bitch!

The man was suicidal!

Still, Eder was left in a dilemma. "Sir, actually…"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 862-If Eder really made The Spades sing Bitch at Willy and made him angry, Willy would blame him too…

"What? You were the one who said the customer is always right, weren't you?"

Frank smiled faintly, returning to his seat and crossing his legs with a faint smile.

"What, is that tip too cheap for you?"

"Oh—no, of course not, sir." Eder wiped the sweat off his brow, feeling a little awkward.

Still, he gritted his teeth and steeled himself as he stared at the golden card between Frank's fingertips.

Ten million, and all tips to the band would be split fifty-fifty between the bar and the band!

That means he would have a five million dollar cut—his bar would be compensated for any losses!

Who dared would win. Moreover, he was in no place to meddle with some rich kids' dispute. All he had to do was be the tool he was.

"You heard him. He wants another song—are you going to sing or not?!"

As Eder turned coldly toward Kat, he was surprised by Kat's sweet smile and complete change in attitude.

She even returned on stage, picking up the bass guitar she threw on the floor.

"Bitch, was it?" she said, emphasizing the word and leaving Willy glowering.

"Don't worry—I'll do my best to sing it."

Lily remained worried, however. "Kat, your boyf—I mean, is Master Lawrence that rich? Isn't he just putting on airs?"

"Probably not," Kat said hesitantly, herself unsure.

"Frank Lawrence!" Willy sprang to his feet just then, pointing at Frank as he snapped, "What is the meaning of this?! You're messing with me, aren't you!"

"I mean nothing by it." Frank shrugged innocently.

Willy's eyes narrowed murderously. "You're suicidal, insulting me!"

"I'm just insulting a bitch for being one," Frank quipped. "If you're not one, then you wouldn't feel insulted by it. Why don't you sit down and enjoy it?"

His cheeky remark left many other guests stifling their laughter. They would not actually laugh out loud considering the influence Willy had and would suffer if they did.

"Son of a …" Willy was left fuming.

If he kept arguing with Frank, he would be admitting to being a bitch.

But if he showed restraint, it would mean he was taking an insult lying down!

Waving to stop The Spades from playing, he stared daggers at Frank and snapped coldly, "Twenty million dollars! Suicidal!"

"Whoa?"

Everyone else watched interestedly as Willy and Frank continued to compete.

Whatever the case might be, The Spades would definitely get famous after today, what with being tipped twenty million dollars for one song!

And the onlooking crowd was not disappointed as Frank smiled faintly despite Willy's face already contorting from rage. "Are you alright? Anyway, I really insist we all listen to the song Bitch today. A hundred million dollars."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 863-Frank's offer left the crowd in an uproar.

"A hundred million?!"

"Shit, where did he come from? Tipping a hundred million just to mess with Willy Sorano?!"

"What?" Kat was gaping at Frank from the stage too, asking in uncertainty, "Where would you get a hundred million dollars, Master Lawrence?"

"Don't bother. Just start singing," Frank replied.

Kat rolled her eyes, but she was still worried. "Just stop. You're overdoing it."

"I refuse." Frank smiled faintly.

"Hey!" Kat snapped.

"Kat… I think we should just go," Lily said nearby, her head aching.

She just wanted to sing and rise to stardom and help her family.

All she felt was pain, getting caught in this rich kids' dispute.

"I don't think we're going anywhere, Lily," Rosa said, pointing at one of the 1.9 meter-tall bodyguards standing nearby.

Lily then realized that Eder was definitely not going to spare a golden goose like them—not when the tip was raised to one hundred million dollars!

On the other hand, the guests could hear what Frank and Kat were saying—and Soren certainly could, as he sat nearby.

Once he read into it, his eyes lit up and he sprang up, laughing coldly at Frank.

"Don't raise so quickly. Do you even have that much money to win against Mr.

Sorano? What if you're just talking tough?"

"Exactly." Mandy sneered. "The way I see it, he can't even afford ten million. He just wants to show off."

"Hmm?" Willy did a double take, his eyes lingering on Soren as he asked flatly, "Aren't you two together?"

"Of course not, Mr. Sorano." Soren nodded politely at Willy with a fawning smile.

"Hell, I don't like him —but I had to let him sit here since there's nowhere else for him to sit."

"I see." Willy sneered as he turned back to Frank. "Well then—if you want to raise me, you'd better have the money like that boy said."

Gesturing at Eder, he snapped, "Go—check if he actually has a hundred million dollars for that tip in his account."

"Yes, Mr. Sorano," Eder hurried away, but soon returned scowling, flinging the card at Frank as he snapped, "You only have five cents left in your account, sir!

You should know your limits sir!"

"Hahaha!!!" Soren guffawed, while Mandy was actually crying from laughter.

At the same time, everyone else turned toward Kat, who was so embarrassed that she could hide.

"Why did you have to talk tough if you don't have the money?!" she muttered under her breath, blaming Frank.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 864-"Hahaha." Willy was clapping and pointing at Frank as he laughed endlessly.

"Oh, and here I thought you'd actually pull something here. You're just a liar and an idiot!"

"Oh, he's killing me. Five cents in his account."

"Well, he certainly has balls."

"I mean, I'd never bullshit about having a hundred million dollars if five cents is all I have, and in front of Mr. Sorano at that!"

Frank was a new face, so the guests would not know him, and they laughed savagely at his face.

However, Frank was frowning after seeing the card Eder threw at him.

Throwing it on the floor, he calmly shook his head. "This isn't my card."

"What?" Eder was left puzzled.

Soren simply kept laughing and clapping Frank on the shoulder. "Haha! I know you want to save face, but don't think you can get away from what you did. If I were you, I'd be running."

"Did you forget, Soren?" Mandy scoffed. "He was trying to drink the wine you bought too—let him have a sip now. He probably drank something worth ten grand."

"Tut, tut. Talk about thick-skinned. Still pretending at this point."

"If it isn't his card, whose is it? Is he saying that someone switched his card?"

"Haha. Who knows? Someone might really do it if he actually had a hundred million."

Eder frowned despite the jeers and scoff and hurried away as he came to a realization.

Soon, he returned ashen-faced, stammering, "M-Mr. Lawrence, I'm so sorry, but you're right. My front desk receptionist got the wrong card. This one's yours."

He trailed off before continuing, "She made a mistake and charged your card an extra zero."

Eder naturally would not admit that his own employee pulled the old switcheroo.

She had given in to temptation when she saw the truckloads of money and sneakily wired Frank's one billion dollars in the account away.

It was fortunate Eder noticed something was wrong and sent his men after her, chasing her down.

However, the money was frozen mid-transfer, so he had to lie about the accounting error.

"Huh.?"

Naturally, the bar was left silent at Eder's words.

The ones who were jeering Frank were left freezing up, unable to say a word.

Soren, who was still laughing a moment ago, was suddenly gaping laughably in disbelief. "H-He actually had a billion dollars in his account…?"

"A-And he was carrying it around?"

Mandy froze up too, and her eyes soon rolled up as she blacked out.

"Fuck."

At the same time, Willy hated Frank to the bone.

He certainly could have forked out a billion dollars on any other day—he was Emilio Sorano's second son, and that amount of money did not matter to him.

However, the family was keeping him under watch amid the questionable circumstances of Zam Sorano's death. They even kept him on a budget, and twenty million dollars was the most he could afford.

And twenty million was certainly nothing to Frank's one billion—he would be forced to listen to Bitch!

It was an insult he would never suffer, and he snorted. "Let's go!"

"Remember, Frank Lawrence! I'll make you regret this!" he bellowed viciously even before he and his bodyguards cut a hasty escape.

Frank's expression remained neutral as he nodded calmly. "Anytime."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 865-The bar kicked to life once Willy left."Shit, that brother actually sent Willy Sorano packing! Don't underestimate Frank Lawrence now!""Any relation to the Lawrences, one of the Four Families of Morhen?""He just might have!""Damn, and I was laughing so loudly... He's not going to hold a grudge, is he?!"As everyone spoke to each other all at once, Eder approached Frank respectfully, flashing an awkward fawning smile. "Sir, we've received your payment. I'll inform the bank to return the remaining 900 million to your account.""Good." Frank nodded and said nothing else.Beside them, Soren was left speechless as Eder basically prostrated before Frank, sweating all over his brow as his heart thumped.He suddenly remembered something he had read online.'That's all the money you have, but it's no more than pocket change to me.' In the end, Soren was the clown—all the wealth his father ever had would not even match Frank's pocket change!After all, that was a billion dollars they were talking about!People would go a lifetime without ever making that much money—the zeros in that number alone would leave one fainting!Soren turned toward Frank again and rejoiced in realization that Frank never even looked his way.Thank goodness he did not push his luck too far. He could not afford to mess with Frank, or the man would leave him pulverized!And remembering his jealousy toward the man left him in wry amusement.Jealousy?! He was not even fit to lick Frank's toes!At the same time, The Spades had started to sing Bitch, and he realized that it was referring to him as well.Thoroughly humiliated and exasperated, he hung his head as he fled, unable to stay another second longer, and leaving the blacked-out Mandy still laying in her seat.The Spades sang several other songs after Bitch.When it was over, everyone huddled around Frank, completely ignoring Mandy as they toasted each other."I didn't think you were that rich, Master Lawrence!" Kat exclaimed, her cheeks flushed after just a glass of beer. "Where did that money come from?""Hmm... Some patient consultation fees, I guess." Frank shrugged.He did not mention the royalties he received from Lane Holdings or Grande Pharma—not that he would understand the numbers anyway."What?! You'd get paid so much from visiting patients?" Kat was shocked, already planning to give up martial arts to take up healing.Lily was staring at Frank as well and said tentatively, "Thank you so much for helping us out today, Mr. Lawrence. We will return your money soon.""What? Why?" Kat refused right away, even snapping in righteous indignation, "We worked hard for that money!""Kat." Rosa sighed helplessly. "Can't you see that Mr. Lawrence just wanted to bail us out? We don't deserve a cent.""Yeah."The other members of The Spades nodded unhappily too—they were not greedy despite their reluctance to give up the money. If anything, escaping Willy's clutches was already amazing, and it was unreasonable to take Frank's money too."No, I won't give it back," Kat suddenly said stubbornly. "It's Master Lawrence's tip, and this is a fair trade. It's consensual, so why should we refund it?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 866-"Don't turn down the money now—Master Lawrence wouldn't care about the money anyway, right?" Kat said, raising a brow at Frank.

To her surprise, Frank was shaking his head at her. "No, I do care."

"What?!" Kat's eyes widened like oranges. "Why are you being so petty?! You have a billion dollars in your account, and you'd ask for our money back?!"

"No, not them," Frank said, glancing at the rest of the Spades before turning back to Kat. "I only want yours."

"What?!" Kat snapped indignantly. "That's so unfair! Did my singing suck? Didn't I do my best?"

"Urgh…"

Frank rubbed his temples and shook his head. "Think about it. What would your father think if he suddenly discovers ten million dollars in your account?"

Before they left Kat's cottage, Frank could already see that Nash Yego was worried Frank would put the moves on his daughter.

Frank certainly had no such intention, but it would still beg questions if ten million dollars suddenly showed up in Kat's account.

What could he tell Nash at that point?!

"Haha! I don't care! I'm not returning it!" Kat poked her tongue out at him, making a face and leaving Frank speechless.

"Lily." Yuri, the drummer, sighed just then. "I guess this is it for the band, huh?"

"Yeah," Lily nodded, even as the others turned silent.

"This is it? What?" Frank asked, puzzled.

"Can't you see?" Kat shrugged in helpless disappointment. "We banded up to reach for the stars, debut as pros, and make money with our fame. But I guess reality is different from what we thought. Judging from Willy Sorano's behavior, a little known band like ours has no choice but to hit the casting couch to get signed to a label. "

"It's for everyone's sake." Lily sighed.

They were just anonymous singers who traveled between bars, and they had encountered the heart of society's darkness.

That's why they had to disband—to avoid further troubles and worst still, revenge.

Moreover, it was clear that word of what had happened tonight had already spread. They already received offers from five other bars to have them sing there, but they were just students— they would not survive society's darkness and pressure.

Frank could certainly discern the strong frustration and disappointment in their voice and see that they wanted to keep performing.

It was their dream—and more importantly, they were good at it.

Musing to himself for a moment, he asked, "If you're interested, I actually own a showbiz company…"

"Huh?!" Kat turned toward him in shock. "You own a company?! I never knew!"

Frank could laugh right then. "Are we that closed that I'd have to report everything to you?!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 867-The Spades were left staring in disbelief when Frank told them he owned a showbiz company—and that it was Lycoris Entertainment at that!

Even students like them had heard about it since it was famous throughout the East Coast, and they had never expected to join a company of such grand scale!

Still, their delight was soon replaced by doubts.

Kat, who was always candid, even snapped bluntly, "Hold it, Master Lawrence!

Don't you think that's a tall tale?! I heard that the top actress Noel York herself works at Lycrois!"

"Hmm, you're right about that." Frank nodded. "I'll give her a call and have her hire you ladies."

With that, he whipped out his phone and did so, while Kat was folding her arms before her chest and snorting doubtfully. "Keep talking, why don't you? You, friends with Noel York?"

Soon, a crisp voice spoke from the other side of the phone. "Hello, Mr.

Lawrence? I was told you have an errand to run in Morhen. How did it go?"

The Spades were left gaping around Frank, with Kat pinching Lily on the cheek.

"I-I'm not dreaming, am I?!"

Lily winced in pain and held her reddened cheek miserably. "What's that for?!

Pinch yourself if you want, Kat!"

"I thought I was dreaming! But it isn't!" Kat was hopping in excitement. "You really know Noel York, Mr. Lawrence! I'm her diehard fan! I've watched her moves, all of them!

"Eh? Who's that speaking over there, Mr. Lawrence?" Noel asked in curiosity just then.

"Ahem…" Frank cleared his throat and spoke calmly, "Actually, I'd need a few more days before settling things over here. But I've scouted a nice girlband for you. Are you hiring?"

"Of course!" Noel was giggling even before Frank finished. "I'd never reject anyone you recommend, Mr. Lawrence. Though I must ask, do they have a name?"

"Uh." Frank turned to Kat.

"We're The Spades!" Kat exclaimed, shooting Frank an unhappy look as if to rebuke him for forgetting her band's name.

"The Spades? Hmm. Where have I heard of them before."

Noel mused to herself for a moment before exclaiming in delight, "Wait, are they a group of students who often sing at bars in South Morhen?"

What? You know them?" Frank raised a brow.

"Of course. They're quite famous!" Noel laughed. "I even heard that the Soranos want them… I'm surprised you beat them to it!"

"Hey, did you hear that?! Noel York has heard of us!"

"Wow, that's so cool!"

While The Spades could barely contain their delight, Frank shushed them with a gesture before asking, "So? Will Lycoris Entertainment take them in?"

As the girls sat on the edge of their seats nervously, Noel assured Frank determinedly, "Don't worry. Let me have them for a few days, and they'll be Draconia's rising stars!"

The girls whooped in delight right then, sharing high fives as all the doom and gloom before vaporized!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 868-Frank nodded. "Well, that's decided."

"Wait…" Noel suddenly said hesitantly.

"Yes? Are there any issues like the Soranos?" Frank raised a brow and said confidently, "Don't worry.

They aren't a threat."

"No, of course I'm not worried with you around, Mr. Lawrence." Noel laughed.

"What concerns me is that they'll be taking their entrance exams soon, right?"

"Oh."

While the other Spades were not affected, Kat was grimacing guiltily—clearly the underachiever in the group.

After The Spades agreed to a deal with Lycoris Entertainment, everyone headed home.

And when Frank and Kat returned to the cottage, Kat immediately returned to her room this time, not bothering Frank throughout the night.

After a night of peace, Frank was training the next morning when he received a call from Ned Janko.

"Abel Loggins? Why would he be asking for me?"

It turned out that Abel was asking for Frank but had to contact him through the Jankos since he did not have Frank's number.

Frank agreed to let him have it, and soon, Abel's call arrived.

"Master Lawrence."

Frank almost flinched from the man's endlessly respectful tone. "Just Mr.

Lawrence is fine—you don't have to be so formal."

"Oh. Mr. Lawrence, can you come to Turnbull House right now?" Abel asked urgently. "There's a situation here."

Frank frowned, immediately nervous. "Turnbull House?! What happened there?!"

"It's George Turnbull—the present head of the family Glen Turnbull's father"

Abel replied. "He's ill."

Frank breathed a sigh of relief that it was not Vicky, his tone turning calm. "What about him?"

"He started feeling sick yesterday and coughed a mouthful of black blood this morning along with many tiny maggots," Abel explained. "I can't diagnose him at all. That's why I'm consulting you."

"Tiny maggots, black blood? Frank rubbed his chin and frowned. "That sounds like a bug from the South Sea… Only the vile elements would cultivate such arts. Who on earth did the Turnbulls mess with?" "You really are knowledgeable, Mr. Lawrence!" Abel could not help exclaiming over the phone, though his tone soon turned awkward again. "May I ask if you have a cure?"

"It's difficult, but not impossible." Frank nodded confidently, but he soon chuckled as he remembered something else. "If the Turnbulls want my help, have them come to my doorstep or I'm staying out of this."

With that, he hung up.

"Huh? Mr. Lawrence? Mr. Lawrence?!" Abel exclaimed, but soon sighed exasperatedly as she stared at the screen, showing that their call had been disconnected.

He was suddenly left wondering if Frank had beef with the Turnbulls too.

The Turnbulls happened to be crowding around Abel, with the current family head Glen asking eagerly, "How did it go? Is your mentor going to come and treat my father?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 869-"What?!"

The Turnbulls were bewildered after Abel passed Frank's message.

Glen's third brother, Zac Turnbull, appeared at a loss. "You said your mentor's last name was Lawrence? But we don't know any healer by that last name, let alone one residing in Morhen."

"Either way, we must come up with something. Father's illness is serious," Glen said solemnly. "Ask around. Find out if anyone in the family knows a healer named Lawrence. By the way, Mr. Loggins, would you happen to know your mentor's full name?"

"Frank Lawrence," Abel answered truthfully.

"Alright, go ask around about Frank Lawrence—wait, Frank Lawrence?!" Glen caught himself in realization and turned in disbelief towards Abel. "Could he be a young man from Riverton?"

Abel nodded. "I don't know if he's from Riverton. but he is young."

"What?! Are you talking about Frank Lawrence?!" Yonca Wells, who was seated beside Glen sprang to her feet as if stung. "Absolutely not! I won't agree to this —if we asked his help, he'd definitely exploit us instead of actually treating Mr.

Turnbull!"

Glen sighed at her vehement protest.

"Well, it is troublesome if it's the same man," he told Abel. "He's. a person who shouldn't be around Turnbull House at this time. Vicky would change her mind if she sees him, given her temperament."

"Then what? Are we supposed to just let father die?" Zac appeared despondent.

Not mentioning Frank's name was an unspoken rule in Turnbull House at this point.

After all, it took much persuading to strongarm Vicky into picking up her engagement with Titus Lionheart again, which would be complete days later during their family's annual dinner.

They certainly knew how things were between Vicky and Frank—they were not about to mess that up now!

"What happened when I told you to pay him off?" Glen turned toward Yonca just then.

She snorted and turned away grumpily, immediately infuriated by the memory.

"That brat doesn't know his place! He tore up the check, even attacking and hurting our bodyguards. The way I see it, he's just some savage from the boonies and no healer. He's a nutjob through and through!"

Abel scowled at Yonca's words—if his mentor was a nutjob, what did that make him?!

"So that's why Mr. Lawrence doesn't care about them." Abel snorted in realization and turned to leave.

"If you can't show my mentor any respect, there's no point in me staying. Take care."

Zac quickly stopped him. "Please, Mr. Loggins. Is there no other way to help my father? You don't have to worry about money—"

"I told you," Abel growled coolly, "I can't even diagnose the problem, let alone help. You should do as my mentor said, and go to him if you want your father to live. Take care now."

The Turnbulls were all left scowling as they watched Abel storm off.

Abel was the leading healer in Morhen, and that just might be the only way to save George.

Amid the silence, Glen sighed and stood up. "Oh, well.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 870-Glen said, "I'll go to him. I just hope I can convince him to help Father and to give up on Vicky—if he does, we'll make it worth his while."

Yonca immediately snapped at his suggestion. "Absolutely not! You have no idea how pompous that brat gets. It's impossible to make him give up on Vicky!

If you prostrate yourself, forget being grateful— it would only make him even more conceited!"

"Glen." Zac stood up as well. "I could get more men and bring him over by force."

"Watch yourself!" Glen barked, bellowing spiritedly at his brother despite his ripe age of sixty. "Who on earth ever forces a healer to work against their will?! And

don't worry—I'm prepared to reward him more than what he deserves. Anything is agreeable as long as Father lives."

Stroking his beard and smiling, he added, "We won't have to worry about him refusing us."

"Let's just hope the kid knows his place." Zac sighed.

They were all certainly guilty toward Vicky—they all knew her from childhood, and to sacrifice her for a political marriage hurt their conscience.

However, the South Sea Crow was a bomb about to blow up in their faces at any moment, keeping them constantly on edge.

If anything, George's weird sickness could well be her doing!

"Call Frida Blue," Glen said quietly nonetheless. "Just the two of us will do it.

There's no need for anyone else."

"Don't joke around!" Zac cried. "You could get killed if he suddenly attacks you!"

They all knew that Frank was a martial elite, with emphasis on elite.

Glen would be walking into the proverbial lion's den if he went alone, as only Zac was the only one who passed for a martial artist in the family.

"No, I don't think anyone Vicky takes a liking to is that vile," Glen said, waving Zac off. "As long as I show that I can be reasonable, I'm sure he would be too.

Now stop trying to talk me out of it—I'll meet Vicky's beloved personally."

"Okay."

The other Turnbulls nodded reluctantly.

Half an hour later, a limited edition Bentley arrived outside Nash Yego's cottage, and Glen alighted in his pinstripe suit, white shawl, and dragonhead cane.

"What…"

As he slowly strode into the cottage, Nash saw him and quickly bowed. "Mr.

Turnbull."

"It's alright. You don't have to be so formal." Glen smiled faintly, his tone mild.

His eyes had a blazing intensity and he carried himself with pomp, but he was not all that arrogant.

"Hmm. So the head of the family himself has come?" Frank asked from overhead, able to see Nash bowing when Glen came in from the second floor balcony.

Frida Blue stiffened herself even as she introduced them. "Mr. Lawrence, meet Mr. Glen Turnbull, the current head of the Turnbull family and Ms. Turnbull's eldest uncle."

"Heh."

Frank sneered coolly, his reaction nonchalant as he leapt from the second floor.

"I don't care who's coming. All I want to know is if they can make me an offer I can't refuse."