Frank then picked up the listening device he took from Jan, speaking quietly, "This bug is different from the one planted on you. It records conversations, but you can also converse through it-so why don't I show you what your dear brother was hiding from you?" Frank then pressed a button on the listening device, broadcasting throughout the ballroom with the microphone.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lionheart. Rob Turnbull is a total idiot-just a little push, and he's beside himself with tearful gratitude and unable to wait to kill his own father for my sake."

"Hehe... Don't worry. The plan is flawless this time, but I just need that woman to write a challenge letter, just so that Glen Turnbull doesn't see through this plan."

"Yes, don't worry... I will definitely bring down the Turnbulls this time and deliver their spiritron vein to you."

As the recording ended, Rob and the rest of the Turnbulls in the ballroom were gaping in rage and disbelief. "B-Brother Jan... was using me?"

Rob was trembling all over even as he lay sprawled on the floor, his gaze blank as his convictions vaporized. "Still going to be stubborn, Rob?" Vicky demanded icily.

"I..."

hung open, unable to

he was eventually hiding his face in his palm as he bawled, "H-How did this happen?! I treated him like my brother! How could he do

on in contempt at Rob's miserable

being stupid-he was supposed to be the heir to one of the Four

of the Turnbulls

his own

fellow apprentice, Ciaran Zobel, who was otherwise known as the South Sea

her but were keeping

comforted Frank, it still hurt

demanding Ciaran back, what awaited him was

if he were to be honest, he was not confident about beating Simon Lionheart or getting Ciaran out of the Lionheart Estate alive. That was why he must not act reckless for

just as Frank thought about his next step, Glen returned

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