"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.

Composing 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 became the next head of the Janko family? That was no loss at all!

was complete,

even had a servant fetch a checkbook to avoid suspicion and personally wrote it himself before handing it

the check, nodded, and slid

coldly, turning toward Ned,

you leave?" he

should I leave?"

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

to that?" Frank asked and turned towards a confused Ned, adding, "Have I ever agreed to anything

up, his courage flaring even as he was awash

he had truly realized Frank was worth depending on—he did not

head. "You never promised him anything, Mr.

the dumbstruck Yed. "That's my consultation fee—it's

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