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.

the courtyard and hallways, each of them worth a

family could

red carpet-lined road, stopping outside a massive

Lawrence. Do go in," Frida said after opening the door for him, pointing at the majestic

first?" Frank said, just wanting to get it over with and see Vicky instead of

hung open. "It's

"Got it." Frank sighed.

and she had done her best in helping him

two servants in tailcoats opened the door

Frank straightened his collar and held his head

every variety of artistic works. Even a novice like Frank could see how valuable

ahead, and enthusiastically offered a handshake—he

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