The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

That certainly made sense—a piece of shit like Ned would never encounter someone more impressive than Abel.

If that young man was really as impressive as he bragged, why was he not famous?

With that in mind, Yed stared at Frank from the back, sneering coldly.

Eight million? More like poetic justice!

If Frank never insulted him, Yed would have been content with giving the conman beating and throwing him out of his mansion.

However, Frank's pompous attitude had thoroughly left Yed incensed—and no one insulted the Jankos and got away with it!

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Soon, the Jankos were once again gathered in Ciril's bedroom.

Frank strode up to Ciril, and with just a single look, shook his head and said, "Taut Snow Tree—one of Hundred Bane Sect's finest. The Yellow Shrive would only have kept Mr. Janko alive for a few days instead of clearing it completely."

frowned right then—could he have been

the kid identified the poison right away and

was really as good as

when Yed chuckled coolly. "Mr. Loggins has already identified the poison. I'm

see." Abel nodded and breathed a sigh of

really be humiliated if some youth diagnosed Ciril quicker

when Ned

him. "It's

he said nonchalantly, "I can treat this poison, but I will need five silver needles—one thick and four thin. And boil

Go!" Lothar barked at the servants

his

was the one in the room who was most reluctant to let

if Ciril really died, an

Ascendant rank gone, the family's retainers would quickly disband and leave, while the rest of them would be reduced to a succulent chunk

one of the Four Families of Morhen—their survival in Morhen