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..."

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

Turnbull's father” Abel replied. "He's ill..." Frank breathed a sigh of relief that it was not Vicky, his tone turning

mouthful of 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 rubbed his chin and frowned. "That sounds like a bug from the South

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

soon chuckled as he remembered something else. "If the Turnbulls want

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