Chapter 872

Even before Glen could finish, Frank was laughing icily. "Nice performance—the usual good cop, bad cop routine? Get out," Frank said with a snort, waving Glen off nonchalantly. "Your father's death is his just deserts, what with the way his children behave. Don't waste your breath and get out." Even as he returned inside the cottage, he paused and glared sideways at Glen, adding coolly, "That reminds me—I'll be attending your family's annual dinner. If I find out that Vicky isn't willingly marrying Titus Lionheart… Hmph!" With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Glen and Nash standing there. "Mr. Turnbull…" Nash was at a loss for words. Caught between Glen and Frank, he could not do anything and did not know what to say since he could not afford to mess with either man. Glen was clenching his fist as various expressions alternated over his face. However, just before he could flip, Frida strode up. "Mr. Turnbull, let me speak with Mr. Lawrence." "You?" Glen did a double take