Chapter 400

Frank rolled his eyes–even his lackeys could wipe out Earthrank individuals!

Susan was glaring at Frank in turn. “What’s that look for? Are you upset? Then hand over your shares, or it’d be too late when the Chandlers come for you!”

The main branch of the Turnbull family had power in the capital, but they summarily refused to care about Riverton, let alone send help. They were certainly on their own…

“Enough!” Walter barked just then. “Frank just bailed us out, and both of you are blaming him instead of thanking him?!”

As a man of the household, he was certainly displeased with the Chandlers‘ unreasonable demands.

However, he had to abide with it because circumstances just would not allow it.

If anything, he found Frank’s defiance cathartic, but his wife and nephew had to give Frank hell for it!

And seeing that her husband was siding with Frank, Susan promptly snapped, “Easy for you to say—

he can just run away if things go south, while we are left to clean up his mess!”

“Enough!” Frank sprang to his feet right then. “I can deal with the Chandlers myself–all of you just sit tight!”

“Hah! You’ll deal with them?! We’re not going to pick up your pieces when they’re done with you!” Neil snorted.

Yara rushed inside the room just then, “Mr. Turnbull, Mrs. Turnbull, Vicky just returned.”

“Great! She’d definitely do something about this!” Walter exclaimed in delight—he always felt lucky to have Vicky as his daughter.

Vicky strode in soon enough, her heels clicking in her wake while a skinny man followed.

Walter hurried up to Vicky. “Where have you been? We were so worried…”

Vicky glanced at the mess that was the drawing room, and then at Frank. “The Chandlers were already here?”

“Of course. They’re demanding you and Frank hand over your Grande Pharma shares,” Susan said bluntly. “The trade will take place at Tycon Dojo in three days.”

“Dear cousin, you’d better think of a solution that covers everything, or you’ll lose Riverton forever.” Neil sneered, eager for Grande Pharma to fall apart.

“Of course I have a solution.” Vicky snorted and turned to the man behind him. “This is Boran Lepley, eighth in Earthrank. He’s more than enough to handle the Chandlers.”

Everyone turned to see that he had a charged aura and a sharpness to him, making it clear he was a martial elite.

“Eighth in Earthrank? Doesn’t that rank him above Drake Chandler?” Susan exclaimed in shock “Hmph.”

Boran snorted, folding his arms before his chest. “Drake Chandler can lick my boots.”

narks The Turnbulls were certainly delighted to see his confidence and dismissive attitude toward Drake, with Walter laughing out loud. “Hahaha! We have nothing to worry about with Mr. Lepley here!”

Susan breathed a sigh of relief too, rejoicing that her daughter was prepared.

Cliff Dixon walked up to Boran just then, nodding in salutation. “I’m Cliff Dixon. I’ve heard of you before, Mr. Lepley, and it’s an honor to finally meet you. Let’s do our best together against the Chandlers!”

It was only natural for Cliff to admire a martial elite like Boran, but the feeling was not mutual. “Do our best together?” Boran snorted. “Who do you think you are?”