“Who stands to gain the most?”
Frank’s question left the Turnbull executives thoughtful, though they were all soon trading shocked glances.
“I guess you know the answer.”
Frank snickered. “I wouldn’t have bothered telling you, but since you insist on being fools, I guess I have to make things clear. The South Sea Crow was after you for two reasons—the first being her personal grudge, and the other because another major family hired her. As for which family it is, I know none of you are stupid enough to not know who they are.”
“Impossible!” A Turnbull executive sprang to his feet in retort. “The Lionhearts have been our family’s allies over generations. Why would they conspire against us?”
“Exactly! We are brothers-in-arms. They’d never do anything to hurt us!”
“The way I see it, that brat is just trying to drive a wedge between us!”
Even as the retorts grew and was soon deafening, Glen slammed a hand on his armchair rest.
“Silence!” he bellowed before turning towards Frank with a blazing glaze as he spoke quietly. “Mr. Lawrence, I believe what you said about the South Sea Crow… Because Zac once spoke to me about that, and what you mentioned had indeed happened. And it was something only Zac and myself were aware of. The fact that you know that proves everything you said. However, as for your speculation about the Lionhearts—”
“Mr. Turnbull! You have to be smart about this!” Another Turnbull executive leapt up frantically. “The Lionhearts have been our family’s allies over generations. They’d never hurt us!”
“Exactly! Don’t fall for that brat’s trap!”
“Enough!” Glen bellowed at the executives again, silencing them.
He was the head of the family and knew better than everyone what would happen if they turned against the Lionhearts.
Once war began, there would be bloodbath in Morhen—as mere magnates, the Turnbulls were at a disadvantage.
The family executives had a stake too—they were close partners of the Lionhearts, and the losses of a breakup would be inestimable. For the sake of not losing their business, they would doubt Frank’s words and even risk the chance of being duped by the Lionhearts.
Such were business folks for you.
That was when Glen spoke up.. “Mr. Lawrence, as you can see, my family is closely tied with the Lionhearts, and mere words won’t be able to change that. If you want to convince me, then you’d need concrete proof or we’d never believe you. Do you understand that?”
Pausing for a moment to sigh, he then added, “If what you said was true, I have no reason to sacrifice Vicky for our sake. Surely you know what that means?”
Frank narrowed his eyes.
Sly old fox…
He certainly knew what Glen was up to—Frank was supposed to be the vanguard in his effort to cut ties from the Lionhearts.
If the Lionhearts never schemed against the Turnbulls, Frank would be sacrificed… which was no loss for the Turnbulls.
On the other hand, if the Lionhearts’ guilt was proven, the Turnbulls could accuse them while keeping their hands clean.
It was certainly a good move, especially when Glen put Vicky up as a reward.
He could see that Frank was head over heels for Vicky. As long as she was a Turnbull, they would always have Frank’s help.
