NovelEnglish"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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtComposing 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 becthe 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 tyou leave?" he then asked Frank.
"Why should | 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 | ever agreed to that?" Frank asked and turned towards a confused Ned, adding, "Have | ever agreed to anything he said earlier?" Ned's eyes lit up, his courage flaring even as he was awash with gratitude.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, 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 | deserve." "Also..." he added, pulling out the million-dollar 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 | 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.
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