Naturally, it was none other than Jet, followed by many Turnbull elders and executives.

"What do you think you're doing, Jet?!" Vicky snapped furiously, while quickly picking up a veil to cover her face.

This was her room-who would ever stay calm if they had their door kicked open?!

It was fortunate she was wearing clothes. What if she and Frank were up to some hanky panky instead?!

Despite her fury, an old man nearly the age of Vicky's grandfather strode up, barking, "We're here because of that prick!"

The man was Tamon Turnbull, brother to Vicky's grandfather and whose branch family was assigned to Jarden.

his age, he was

"How dare you kill Sif Lionheart?! Get down on your knees right now, and come with us to apologize

had to do it to save me! Do none of you see the vile

This is none of your business!" Tamon bellowed and gave Jet a

nodded, and he and the Turnbull

glowering. "Where's Uncle Glen?! Did he

the head of the family! We've lost ten percent of our revenue over the past month because of him!

"So you're saying this is a

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