Naturally, the other Turnbulls were less than friendly toward Frank.

Other than Vicky, they all had looks of a constipated person whenever they glanced Frank's way.

He was a real piece of work, but they could neither snap at him nor chase him away.

Hurt him? They were still counting on him to cure George!

All they could do was to defame him in private, even blaming him for George's condition when he contracted it six months ago.

Frank did not care at all—it was the last day of treatment for George and the day of the Turnbulls' annual dinner.

Starting from the morning, luxurious cars were driving into the Turnbull estate, with men and women striding in as they attended the prestigious banquet.

They were all family or regional executives, all of them embodying the might of the Turnbulls as one of the Four Families of Morhen.

that not the entire

center of the dazzling banquet hall, countless servants were hurrying around

hundreds of Turnbull family members and executives

the backbone to the family empire—and it was always this grand and lively

Wells asked, striding over to Frank when she happened to

Frank chuckled in her face, unmoved. "What, do you

"Hmph."

"This is our family's annual dinner, and outsiders

Turnbull too, so can't you go back

who was chatting

look of disdain. "He'll be family eventually. Who do you think you are compared

Frank shook his head and replied quietly.

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