FreeNovelAbel then finished, "All | ask is for spointers from you, Mr. Lawrence, andand my family shall always be indebted to your generous favor." "Your family?" Frank becinterested just then.
Ned hurried to him, explaining, "Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Loggins’ family is a dynasty of doctors and healers. They are the top family in Morhen when it comes to the medical field, owning hospitals and apothecaries." "I see..." Frank stroked his chin, more or less hatching an idea.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe would probably fail if he stood against the Lionhearts and the Turnbulls on his own. But that might not be the case with Ned and his family's help.
As for the Loggins, they seemed to hold considerable influence in Morhen as a family of doctors, and Frank would certainly like to make their acquaintance should there be an opportunity.
With that in mind, he nodded. "I can see that you're very sincere—just leaveyour address. I'll visit stwhen I'm free." "Wonderful!" Abel's beard was bristling from his excitement, and he promptly whipped out his business card and passed it to Frank. "My family resides in Inner West Morhen. You can visitat Loggins Apothecary if you'd like to meet me.
No one will stop you if you show this business card." "Got it." Frank nodded and accepted the business card.
"In that case, | shall bid my leave," Abel said and bowed to Frank again before hurrying away.
It was clear that he was an important and busy man, but his smile to Frank was not fake at all. It was his lifelong ambition to study traditional Draconia medicine, and he could not wait to tell his family about this chance encounter now that his wish was fulfilled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrank then turned toward the scowling Yed. "What are you spacing out for?" Having read the body language and general behavior of everyone in the room, Frank had already seen through Yed's intentions. As such, he was not about to give up on an opportunity to help Ned to succeed his father.
"What?" Yed spaced out for a moment when he realized that Frank was looking at him.
"Where's the agreed reward?" Frank leveled him a look of glee. "Eight hundred million dollars. No more, no less." Oh, right. I'll have someone bring it right away, Mr. Lawrence." Lothar quickly said.
Having seen how Abel reacted to Frank, he was not about to be glib with the man, just as he had no reason to spare expense now that his brother would hopefully make a full recovery.
And for any family big enough to reach prominence in Morhen? Eight hundred million dollars was really nothing.
However, Frank waved Lothar off and pointed straight at Yed. "Did you forget? | asked him to pay." "What..." Yed almost flew to a rage as Frank was leveling a provoking glare at him.
Being the heir apparent of the Jankos, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth—no one had ever insulted him or pointed at him like that! And judging from Frank's behavior, it was clear that the kid meant to insult him! Still, he took a deep breath and merely growled hostilely, "M-Mr. Lawrence, my father is still unconscious, and you're asking for the money already?" "What is this, Yed?!" Lothar snapped in displeasure. "Are you doubting Abel Loggins?" "No," Yed retorted coolly. "I trust Mr. Loggins, but | don't trust sbrat who cout of nowhere. What are we supposed to do if he takes the money and runs before father actually makes a full recovery?"
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