Hugh sneered. "I heard that Vicky's husband is an indomitable spirit who'd even toppled Sif Lionheart's eldest brother. Your reputation is not undeserved, now that I've seen you." "And who are you?" Frank asked impassively.

"Hugh Turnbull, heir of the Norsedam Turnbulls."

"Watch how you speak with Mr. Turnbull!" Hugh's bodyguard snapped at Frank threateningly right after Hugh finished.

"Norsedam..." Frank murmured, remembering just then.

Norsedam and Riverton were just a bridge apart, but Norsedam was far more prosperous than Riverton.

And the first time he met Sif Lionheart was at an auction in Norsedam, though he was unaware that a branch family of the Turnbulls was based in Norsedam too.

Nodding, Frank asked quietly, "Then to what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Turnbull?"

just happened to run into you, but I should remind you that as a son-in-law of the Turnbull family, you should maintain an ounce of dignity instead of getting caught by some street thug's ploy. It doesn't matter to me if you

Frank replied before chuckling coolly. "And I have a piece of advice in return-keep a leash on your dog. Letting it yap at anyone will hurt

that, Frank

"You bastard!"

who snapped Frank knew that Frank was mocking him and was

watched Frank leave, murmuring, "We have plenty of opportunities to deal

chuckling under his breath, sensing the obvious hostile glares from his

the Norsedam Turnbulls? Who cared-mess with Frank, and he

and forgetting the distraction, Frank trudged along with the crowd, looking around at the stalls for antiques. Still, he had walked a lap around Blooming Junction, but

of ten were counterfeit items, and the

and was about to leave, a store clerk who had been following Frank for around

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