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?"

Turnbull family, you should maintain an ounce of dignity instead of getting caught by some street thug's ploy. It doesn't matter to

before chuckling coolly. "And I have a piece of advice in return-keep a leash on your dog. Letting

Frank

"You bastard!"

mocking him and

said as he watched Frank leave, murmuring, "We have plenty of opportunities to deal with him. He killed Sif Lionheart-and I will

his breath, sensing the obvious hostile glares

Turnbulls? Who cared-mess with Frank, and

his head and forgetting the distraction, Frank trudged along with the

were counterfeit items, and

leave, a store clerk who

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