Theodore's face showed a hint of a bitter smile.
Banaby continued, "Previously, the conditions were simply immature. Jonas's cunning and his network ability were indeed not something we could shake."
"But now, Jonas is dead, and the Frank Manor is controlled by a woman."
"What do we have to fear?"
"A woman like Janet, aren't they always our playthings?"
The smile on Theodore's face had disappeared at some unknown time.
His eyelids were slightly narrowed, as if he was pondering something.
It wasn't just Theodore; Will was the same.
After a while.
Theodore came back from his musing.
He looked directly at Banaby and asked, "What should we do about Lawrence?"
"He is after all, the brother of Marquis Mark Duca!"
Banaby was indifferent as he spoke, "Just a noble scion who knows nothing but playing with middle-aged women, what's to be afraid of?"
"This little Morgan Town is not a place where such a big shot can stay for long."
