The bar kicked to life once Willy left.

"Shit, that brother actually sent Willy Sorano packing! Don't underestimate Frank Lawrence now!" "Any relation to the Lawrences, one of the Four Families of Morhen?"

"He just might have!"

"Damn, and I was laughing so loudly... He's not going to hold a grudge, is he?!"

As everyone spoke to each other all at once, Eder approached Frank respectfully, flashing an awkward fawning smile. "Sir, we've received your payment... I'll inform the bank to return the remaining 900 million to your account.”

"Good." Frank nodded and said nothing else.

Beside them, Soren was left speechless as Eder basically prostrated before Frank, sweating all over his brow as his heart thumped.

He suddenly remembered something he had read online...

“That's all the money you have, but it's no more than pocket change to me."

the end, Soren was the clown—all the wealth his father ever had would not even match Frank's pocket

all, that was a billion

making that much

even looked his way. Thank goodness he did not push his luck too far... He could not afford to

toward the man left him

was not even fit to lick Frank's

to sing Bitch, and he realized that it was referring to him as

hung his head as he fled, unable to stay another second longer, and leaving

several other songs

huddled around Frank,

you were that rich, Master Lawrence!" Kat exclaimed, her cheeks flushed after just a glass of beer. "Where did that money come

consultation fees, I guess.”

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