"In other words..." Frank reared his head and leveled Glen a look of disdain. "Vicky is only worth fifteen billion dollars to you?"

"What, is that not enough for you?" Glen frowned in growing impatience—Frank really had an appetite!

"No." Frank smiled, shaking his head. "In your world, money can buy everything. But for me, it's just scrap paper. I won't give up on Vicky no matter how much you pay me, because she's priceless to me."

"Frank Lawrence!" Kendra flipped out right then, pointing at Frank as she snapped, "We've been playing nice, whippersnapper!"

"Be reasonable!" Glen bellowed at Frank too. "I've been extending enough olive branches endlessly, but if you keep being stubborn."

"What?" Frank leveled a gloating look at Glen's furious glare.

enforce our family's law!" Glen bellowed, giving up on all pretense since Frank was not

to make him vanish if he refused to

just as the Turnbull family retainers strode up, ready

do you have to say?" Glen demanded, mustering his

and smiling. "I won't lie to you—there are still five eggs I have yet to extract from your body, since I only have that much stamina. And if the rest aren't extracted in

off, but Glen's face turned ashen while panic

anguish earlier was still fresh in George's memory, and he scrambled out of bed, begging Frank, "No. No, no! Please,

his

despicable insult, but he simply smiled and shook his head. "Oh, but I don't care. Glen Turnbull over there insisted I wasn't the one who saved your husband—it was Professor Roberts. With

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