"Enough!" Glen bellowed, getting angry for once.


    He certainly had enough of the stubborn foreign professor who kept yapping endlessly, unable to read


    the room at all. "Mr. Hampton, get Professor Roberts out of here. Pay him ordingly and send him on


    his way!"


    "Yes, Mr. Turnbull." A middle-aged Turnbull family retainer strode up and leveled a cool re at


    Professor Roberts. "Come along, professor."


    "T-This is wrong!" Professor Roberts kept bellowing. "You can''t do this, not to a healer who''s only


    proven his kindness and loyalty! I''ll sue!"


    "Sue away." Glen remained impassive, his tone cold and even a little contemptible.


    He clearly did not worry about Professor Roberts'' threat to sue. It would make sense too, since the


    Turnbulls were one of the Four Families of Morhen and had reigned for a while in Draconia''s


    economical field. They definitely had cards to y, and some foreign professor would not be able to


    win awsuit no matter what he did.


    Such was the cruelty of reality.


    After Professor Roberts was sent away, Glen finally turned toward Frank and said quietly, "Name your


    price."


    Frank stood in the distance and met Glen''s gaze calmly, shaking his head. "I don''t need money. I just


    want to see Vicky."


    "No chance." Glen refused without hesitation. "Give up already—you can see how much Titus loves


    Vicky, and it goes without saying his superiority in power and position over you. To be honest, I wouldn''t


    mind seeing Vicky marrying a man she loves if not for begging circumstances, but reality is always


    cruel. I can admit your skill and martial prowess, but can you beat the Lionhearts'' authority and


    connections no matter how good you get? From where I''m standing you don''t have an edge over Titus


    at all."


    Glen''s tone then turned mild, "Giving up on Vicky is giving yourself an opportunity. My family will be


    grateful, and you''ll have more money than you can spend this lifetime. How about ten billion dors?"


    "Ten billion dors..." Frank lowered his head as he repeated the number.


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    Seeing that Frank was finally breathing something else, Glen pressed him eagerly. "Yes. You''ll be our


    friend—I mean, who wouldn''t want to be friends with us? But the condition is that you give up on your


    unrealistic ambitions. Hell, you can have fifteen billion, and I''ll make sure it''s transferred to your


    ount by tomorrow once you agree to it. From a legitimate source that no auditors would dare touch,


    naturally. Just take the money and start a new life in Riverton, and you could even have some of our


    businesses. You''ll definitely be a king down there."


    "Pfft..." Frank snickered at Glen''s eagerness, shaking his head. "You Turnbulls really are one of the


    Four Families of Morhen. You''re even richer than I thought."


    "For sure." Glen nodded proudly. "Our business extends throughout Draconia, and we''re involved in


    shipbuilding, tourism, and even the gem trade. Whatever you can think of, we''d be involved."


    "In other words..." Frank reared his head and leveled Glen a look of disdain. "Vicky is only worth fifteen


    billion dors to you?"