NovelEnglishFrank was silent for a moment before nodding and agreeing to it.
This was obviously the Turnbulls' bottomline, and they were ready to snap if he kept pressing his luck.
And he was certainly unlucky today, running into Titus Lionheart and his Ascendant rank retainers—he did not have the advantage if a fight started.
Still, meeting Vicky would have to be done for now, since he had questions for her anyway.
Glen was clearly relieved that Frank was playing along too.
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The details from Zac suggested that Frank was actually Ascendant rank... Even peak Ascendant rank.
If they really drove him over the edge, things would really get out of hand.
"Where's the patient. Can 't you hurry?" Professor Roberts snapped impatiently right then, clearly unaccustomed to the messy diplomacy of Draconia.
"The professor's right. Con, my father's more important." Glen nodded.
Having cto an agreement, Glen had his people get a car to take everyone to a building at the edge of the Turnbull Estate.
It was clearly George Turnbull's residence, as they were led through long, winding hallways before finally arriving outside a grand room.
An old man with a darkened face lay on the twelve foot-wide bed, his body shriveled and skinny.
Naturally, it was George—Glen's father and the highest authority figure in the family—in the flesh.
A tearful woman wearing a string of large pearls was wiping her eyes, delighted to see them cin. "Glen, has the healer you asked for arrived?" "Yeah, don't worry, Mom." Glen nodded, snidely avoiding mentioning Frank. "Titus Lionheart brought Professor Roberts. He's a global leading authority—he'd definitely have no problems helping father." "Oh, that's the heir of the Lionhearts for you. Bringing in the world's best doctor. Vicky's really chosen a fine husband!" Kendra Malcolm exclaimed in delight before turning and frowning at Frank. "Who's this?" "Frank Lawrence," Glen replied simply. "He's here to help father too." "Him?!" Kendra snorted, studying Frank pointedly while snorting in disdain. "So the whippersnapper who bewitched Vicky is so unseemly. Just look at him and Titus. The difference goes without saying!" Kendra could not be blamed for that—Titus in his tailored suit was the look of success, while Frank was dressed casually and without any branded goods either.
Even if he had the looks, their clothes made it clear they were from different classes.
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Still, Frank had no intention to get petty, staying impassive as he asked. Can I get to work now?" "Sure," Glen replied nonchalantly.
Both Titus and Professor Roberts simply watched in clear contempt.
The way they see it, Frank would never find the cause of George's illness.
Frank simply strode past Kendra and sat down beside George.
However, just as he was about to lift George's eyelid to examine him, Kendra suddenly lunged at him, stacking his hand away.
"Who do you think you are?! Don't touch my husband with your filthy hands!" she snapped and threw him a pair of rubber gloves. "Put these on!"
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