Even before Glen could finish, Frank was laughing icily.

"Nice performance—the usual good cop, bad cop routine? Get out," Frank said with a snort, waving Glen off nonchalantly. "Your father's death is his just deserts, what with the way his children behave. Don't waste your breath and get out."

Even as he returned inside the cottage, he paused and glared sideways at Glen, adding coolly, "That reminds me—I'll be attending your family's annual dinner. If I find out that Vicky isn't willingly marrying Titus Lionheart... Hmph!"

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Glen and Nash standing there.

"Mr. Turnbull." Nash was at a loss for words.

Caught between Glen and Frank, he could not do anything and did not know what to say since he could not afford to mess with either man.

Glen was clenching his fist as various expressions alternated over his face.

strode up. "Mr.

did a double take. "Are you

flashing a

nodded gratefully. "I'm counting on

Ahem.

to the door and cleared her throat, but Frank spoke up before she could. "Do

unfurled in Frida's gut at his cool words, and she hung her head guiltily. "No. I will always remember my

me personally. We don't owe each other anything now that you've gone out of your way to bring me here, so leave and

heart was cut in two, and she remembered Frank

debt she would never make up for, and yet she repeatedly browbeat and harassed Frank because

could really faint right

through her teeth and

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