Frank nodded. "Well, that's decided.”

"Wait..." Noel suddenly said hesitantly.

"Yes? Are there any issues like the Soranos?" Frank raised a brow and said confidently, "Don’t worry. They aren't a threat.”

"No, of course I'm not worried with you around, Mr. Lawrence.” Noel laughed. "What concerns me is that they'll be taking their entrance exams soon, right?"

"Oh..."

the other Spades were not affected, Kat was grimacing guiltily—clearly the underachiever

George Turnbull—the present head of the family Glen Turnbull's father” Abel replied. "He's ill..." Frank breathed a sigh of relief that it was

black blood this morning along with many tiny maggots,” Abel explained. "I can't diagnose him at all... That's why I'm consulting you." "Tiny maggots, black blood? Frank

Mr. Lawrence!" Abel could not help exclaiming over the phone, though his tone soon turned

difficult, but not impossible.” Frank nodded confidently, but he soon chuckled as he remembered something else. "If the Turnbulls want my help, have them come to my doorstep

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