NovelEnglishFortunately, Jet was prepared-projecting his pure vigor over himself as much as he could, he managed to stop Vicky's bullet. However, it still struck him in the chest, shattering a rib and leaving him collapsing miserably.
Tamon finally saw that Vicky was not budging and decided to change tactics.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTurning away from Vicky, he wheeled on Frank and bellowed, "Frank Lawrence! You murdered Sif Lionheart, heiress to the main Lionheart family! Are we Turnbulls supposed to bear that cross for you?!" "Enough already." Frank finally moved, though only to put a hand on Vicky's gun and shake his head at her.
If things continued like this, there would really be no turning back.
He understood Vicky's intentions too, but he would still rather she did not go on a killing spree.
"I didn't murder Sif Lionheart... But I can and am willing to take the blame," he told the Turnbull elders and executives, holding up a hand and stopping Vicky before she could interrupt.
"Since I'm taking the blame," he then chuckled, "I will leave Turnbull Estate, while you can tell everyone about what I supposedly did. The Lionhearts will cafterif they want revenge, while you keep your hands clean." Tamon, however, was clearly skeptical. "Hah! You just want to run away! What if the Lionhearts cto our doorstep after you are gone?" "So you're saying that you insist on takingto the Lionhearts to earn their favor?" Frank raised a brow, his expression suddenly hostile.
"Hahaha!" Quentin laughed coldly. "Why don't you take a look around you? Where do you think you are? You'd better watch your next words carefully!" The other Turnbull elders and executives were shouting too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Vicky will be punished according to family rules for killing her elder!" "As for you, stay down while we take you to the Lionhearts to be judged!" "Do not resist, or it'd just hurt even more!" Frank suddenly laughed despite their taunts, and quietly held up his phone.
He was actually in a call—and with Glen Turnbull at that.
Even as Tamon's eyes widened, Frank chuckled in amusement. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue? Oh, and what was that you said In about Glen Turnbull? That he doesn't deserve to be the head of the family?" Smiling, he then spoke into the phone, "Did you hear that part, Mr. Turnbull?" Beep.
"Eh?" The call was suddenly disconnected, leaving Frank taken aback.
Tamon was surprised for a moment too, but he soon laughed in realization. "I see now... It seems that brat sees what's important too! He would never dare turn againstanyway... Your plan to drive a wedge between us failed, you brat!" Even as Tamon laughed gleefully, a sonorous voice thundered from the doorway. "No, I heard every word very clearly!" Bang! The door to Vicky's room was once again kicked open, and a large group of Turnbull bodyguards and Turnbull blackguards charged in, encircling Tamon and his cronies. S "Ah..." Tamon caved as soon as he found himself staring at Glen's icy glare. "I was just joking, Glen. Just trying to give the kid a scare..." || "And why would you scare the man whom our family is indebted to?" Glen pressed right then.
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