Hans came over to Frank, gesturing with a searching gaze. "What about these two, Mr. Lawrence?" Frank smiled in disdain. "They'd remain a pest if kept alive, and there's no reason for the Graves family to live..."

He then leveled a haughty look at Neil as if he were a dog, even as Neil kept kotowing at his feet. "Despicable, traitorous scum. List down all his crimes and deliver it in writing to the Turnbulls, then kill him."

"Yes, sir,” Hans replied with a salute.

With that, two soldiers came and dragged Neil away, even as he kept begging, "Please, Mr. Lawrence! Mercy! I was tricked... Chaz tricked me! Please, just let me live..."

On the other hand, Chaz was laying on the floor, laughing so loudly even as he shed tears as if he had lost his mind.

the grip of the soldiers holding him down, charging madly toward the nearest

got off easy." Frank chuckled coolly, shaking his head

to a halt

promptly alighted and dashed wildly into their

searching for all branded clothing, limited-edition handbags and every expensive piece of jewelry they could find. Even antiques

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