Staring at the blood splatter and remains sticking to the wall, Zac sighed. "Build a cenotaph for Mr.

Ziege. It's only thanks to him that I'm alive."

"Mr. Turnbull...”

The Turnbull family bodyguards watched as Frank left and whispered into Zac's ear, "Are we just going to let him go to Turnbull House? Your brother gave express orders not to let him get in touch with Ms. Turnbull, not even through phone calls. Ms. Blue is clearly going against that, so shouldn't we punish her per family law?"

"Family law?" Zac shook his head, chuckling ironically. "We'd all be dead if not for Frida Blue. If there's anyone who needs to be punished."

Yonca's lofty face appeared in Zac's mind right then.

Soon, Frank arrived at Turnbull House in Frida's car.

As expected of one of the Four Families of Morhen, they certainly lived differently—somehow, their furnishings and houses were a class above the Jankos.

and expensive vases lined the courtyard and

family could be that

drove the luxury car over the red carpet-lined road, stopping outside

is waiting for you inside, Mr. Lawrence. Do go in," Frida said after opening the door for him, pointing at the

checking on George Turnbull first?" Frank said, just wanting to get it

open. "It's Mr. Turnbull's orders.

"Got it." Frank sighed.

she

the stairs, and two servants in tailcoats opened the door

straightened his collar and held his head high

could see how valuable they were, and he actually thought for a moment that he had left Draconia and was

Glen was waiting ahead, and enthusiastically offered

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