Yora, however, sneered. "You don't worry about that. While you're head of the family, you're no more than a figurehead-every family matter will instead fall under my control."

"What?!"

Jon almost tripped-so he was only supposed to be a puppet?

What did Yora want? To take over the family?

"That's a big deal, Madam Yimmel. It's not too late-we can go back and discuss this with Grandfather...""

Resistant to the idea, Jon decided to name-drop Mark, but Yora did not even flinch.

Shaking her head in disdain, she scoffed. "You said it, didn't you? The old man's dying and can't decide on anything. As the most senior member of the family, I'm the only one who can make the call." "No, no, no..."

so serious that he must leave a will already... and Dad's

Jon was still not playing along, Yora turned toward Fleur, who flinched but said coolly, "Your grandfather's not going to wake

Jon at once suspicious.

Hundred Bane Sect-it would look like the patient has suffered a heart attack, but in reality it paralyzes

Madam Lang, did you... But

was left trembling even as he stared at Fleur in disbelief-despite being as dense

as he glanced between the two elderly women standing before him, he felt a chill running down his neck all the

grandfather's wives, and his

why would they do

importantly, an attempt on one husband's life meant death in Lane family rules! What did they have

before her chest, Yora sneered as she began. "Your grandfather is old, Jon... and elderly people always lose their sight. Forget taking back the Northstream Lanes which, I must add, was done without my permission-he appointed Helen Lane as

feud between myself and Henry Lane! Helen's dear grandfather was the one who mocked me right in front of the whole family, and I can't

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