NovelEnglishYed's concern was actually reasonable, and Lothar paused in thought.
"The way | see it, he must be in league with Abel Loggins." Paula laughed coolly just then. "He must be using smisdirection trick on the laymen like us. | think Ciril was never cured at all!" "Exactly. | think so too." Yed sneered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So you're not going to pay me?" Frank's tone becthreatening, 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. | 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 cover." 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.
"Chere." 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe 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 | say goes! And there's no telling if father actually gets better, so why should | 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 ssavings.
He turned toward Frank, helpless as he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Lawrence. | only have around 500 million.
But don't worry, | 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. | won't take any money from Ned." Yed narrowed his eyes dangerously right then. "How dare you speak tolike that in my house?! You'll pay for your insolence!"
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