The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Agree, my ass!"

Frank snapped at Glen even as the Turnbull family bodyguards watched. "When did I make a deal with Vicky? She called me to see her, and helping your father is a matter of convenience. I get to decide, so don't think you Turnbulls can ride on Vicky's request!"

Anyone being snapped at like that would never react well, and that certainly applied to Glen Turnbull, the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen.

The only one who did that last time was his own father. Barring that man, every outsider had been reverent to him, even directly kowtowing.

Even the head of the Lionheart family and the Sorano family had to show him due respect.

And Frank was snapping at him in his house? Who did he think he was?!

"Watch your mouth! I dare you to speak in that manner with Mr. Turnbull again!” The Turnbull retainers strode up at Frank just then, each of them Ascendant rank and hired with a king's ransom. They even had an elder from the Martial Alliance among their ranks.

"Really?"

a sweeping glance at them, and then at the scowling Glen as he asked quietly, "So

are generations of businessmen, and honoring our agreement is our tenet,” Glen said coolly, his smile faded. "But your agreement with Vicky was just a

like Vicky has no personal freedom in this house?" Frank narrowed his eyes

tone, whippersnapper!" an elderly retainer snapped. “This is Turnbull House! You don't get to

again, and we will show you.” An Ascendant rank hag narrowed

Frank laughed instead of getting upset with their threat. "So these people are what gave you your confidence, Glen? You'd better make up your mind