"Frank Lawrence."

Yed did not run.

He was a martial artist too, though he also knew that he would never escape an Ascendant rank, which Frank was.

Composing himself, he growled through his teeth despite his reluctance, "I'll pay you your 800 million. But you have to promise that you'll leave my house right away and never meddle in my family's business!"

"Mr. Lawrence..." Ned was left flustered—he would be killed if Frank really left for that money!

To his dismay, Frank stopped and leveled an impassive look at Yed. "Really?"

"Of course," Yed said. "I'm the next head of the Janko family, and my word is golden."

In Yed's mind, overflowing glee was quickly replacing his panic as he realized Frank was just a fool who got involved for money.

dollars while he turned the tables against everyone and became

complete, he could

to avoid suspicion and personally wrote it himself before

the check, nodded, and slid it into

turning toward Ned,

isn't it time you leave?"

should I leave?" Frank suddenly

danger seized him. "We agreed

towards a confused Ned, adding, "Have I ever agreed to anything he

eyes lit up, his courage flaring even as he

realized Frank was worth depending on—he did not turn

his head. "You never promised him anything,

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