However, Glen could also see his father’s tearful, miserable look.
Eventually, he gritted his teeth and gave in. “I’ll let you see Vicky if you cure my father completely, alright?!”
“I don’t believe you.” Frank smiled and shook his head.
“What—” Glen blurted.
Frank raised a hand to stop him right then, his expression cool as he said, “I’ve already seen how you rose to prominence as a magnate—verbal agreements are clearly pointless since you won’t honor them. Do you really think your words still hold sway over me? How cute.”
Frank’s ruthless unmasking of Glen’s true nature almost gave Glen a stroke, but he mustered himself for his father’s sake and asked Frank stiffly, “Then what are your demands?”
“I want to meet Vicky right now,” Frank said calmly.
While Glen did not refuse him immediately, he shook his head and asked quietly, “Why should I trust you? What if you refuse to help my father after you meet Vicky?”
“Then it’s pointless to discuss this.” Frank waved him off. “Take care, Mr. Turnbull.”
“Stop…”
Glen glanced at his father’s pleading look and stopped Frank again. “Alright, you have a deal. My people will take you to Vicky, but you must promise me not to touch her—”
“Do you still think you’re in a position to negotiate?”
Frank wheeled on him, finally losing all patience as he growled coolly, “Glen Turnbull, you have two options now.”
“One: you can take me to Vicky right now, and I just might save your father if I’m in a good mood.
“Two: refuse, and I’ll leave right now! And you can be sure I’ll be paying a visit during your family’s annual dinner and come bearing gifts!”
“The choice is up to you. I’m counting down from three!”
Frank’s pompousness certainly left Glen seething—thanks to his family’s authority, he had always been the one threatening people, not the other way round!
Moreover, not only did it hurt to be threatened like this, but whichever options he chose meant humiliation at Frank’s hands and yielding the advantage to him.
If Frank reneged and refused to save Glen’s father after meeting Vicky, there was nothing Glen could do, and they would still be daring Titus Lionheart’s wrath.
But if he refused to let Frank meet Vicky, that meant war against Frank, who had vowed to crash their family’s annual dinner.
It was as radical as it was the worst decision, and that also meant a painful death for Glen’s father.
Neither choice was ideal for Glen… and worst of all, Frank refused to give him a chance to think.
Narrowing his eyes, Frank bellowed, “Three!”
He did not pause and soon breathed, “Two!”
“One.” He chuckled coolly as he finished his countdown and turned away as he said coolly, “It seems that you’re still indecisive, Glen Turnbull, so allow me to assist you—see you in three days. Hopefully, your father will still be alive and kicking by then.”
