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"Wait."
Just as Quinn did her best to help her crippled father into the car, Frank spoke up, putting his hand on
the door as he reverted to his usual state.
Quinn's heart skipped a beat, presuming right then that Frank was changing his mind.
However, Frank was no savage.
He glanced at Bocek even as he wheezed and spoke quietly, "There's something else."
"Do tell, Mr. Lawrence," Quinn said, immeasurably tame.
"I heard your father sending someone to massacre the White family," Frank said. "Tell them to stop
right now, and that the White family are never to be touched."
Quinn was certainly relieved that Frank was not changing his mind, though she soon frowned. "But it's
the White family who lured you into this trap. Are you just going to leave them be?"
"That's my business." Frank's cool gaze left Quinn flinching.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yes, of course," Quinn muttered and quickly fumbled through her father's pockets for his phone, then
called Jorg to have him withdraw everyone.
Jorg was certainly mystified, but he had to say yes just so that Quinn hung up.
She leveled a miserable look at Frank, who nodded. "You can go."
Both Quinn and Bocek sighed in relief.
"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Lawrence. I swear to never be your enemy ever again," Quinn
said, clutching her stomach even as she started her car.
"Hmph."
Frank's dissatisfaction was actually appeased once he saw that Quinn was that submissive, even
throwing a bottle of pills through their window.
"Take one pill each every day, and you two will make a full recovery before long. But with your meridian
nexus crippled, you'll stay as ordinary people for the rest of your lives."
"T-Thank you, Mr. Lawrence." Quinn actually looked grateful as he drove away.
Frank waited until Quinn was gone from sight before dropping to his knees and coughing up a mouthful
of blood.
He had regressed after that battle three years ago, and had yet to fully recover.
He needed the Five Elemental Wonders combined with the Five-Peat Archaeus to treat his condition.
Using the Death Eater technique would aggravate his injury, but things turned out well.
Not only did he claim the Goldeater Cane for himself, but he had also dealt with the annoyance that
was Sage Lake Sect.
"And most importantly, I didn't need to ask for Hans' help."
Frank knew that asking Hans Stark would always solve any issue in just half the time required.
However, if he asked one too many favors, a certain horrible geezer would catch on and come running
from the southern borders, and Frank absolutely did not want said geezer to know where he was.
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Not only did they have a bet, but Frank's own dignity was at stake too! -
Meanwhile, at White Hall, Jorg was absolutely frustrated even as he put away his phone.
Kim's fair skin and stunning figure was right there, ripe for the taking. Her clothes were in pieces and
her cleavage was all but bare.
Being denied that sweetness was just like forcefully clamped down just before ejaculation!
"Fine! I guess your family still has friends in high places," he growled and waved his hand at his men to
stop.
Sneering at the dumbfounded Eron, he then snapped at his men, "We're leaving!"
In the guild, Jorg's orders were absolute.
The black-clad men were certainly reluctant since they were on the verge of satisfying their violent
tendencies, but they left as told since they had their orders.
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