The North Sea Star now truly belongs to Ethan's territory.

After Sandro's death, the first inheritance Ethan received was this hotel.

If Sandro left behind a vast empire, the North Sea Star was undoubtedly the most dazzling diamond of that empire.

Naturally, Ethan was also the first to receive the news of Frank's check-in.

But he did not take any immediate action.

He had many of his own matters to attend to, and the modified version of "The Persistence of Memory" was finally about to be completed. He had to deliver it promptly.

After all, besides Jackson's need for the painting, more importantly, he had promised Pupol.

Pupol had truly helped him a lot.

The next day, he also had a packed schedule, having to visit the dock workers in the morning.

In Sandro's enormous inheritance, the docks were undoubtedly a significant part.

Previously, Sandro controlled some of Winster's most important shipping routes. He had many workers under him and was influential in the union.

This was also the reason he could gradually enter Winster's high society and connect with those politicians.

Now, Ethan naturally inherited this portion of power.

He first needed to establish good relations with the workers, then with the union.

If all went well, perhaps in a few years, with his efforts, he might really run for a council position.

In the afternoon, he still had to teach at Winster University, meet with El, and chat with Gustav.

So he was really busy. Comparatively, Frank seemed not that important.

But undercurrents were always surging.

The arrival of the unexpected guest Frank, who disturbed Ethan's position within the Evans family, quickly spread.

The Underworld learned of this matter.

The newborn royal power wasn't shaken, but inevitably, there were many whisperings in the dark.

So much so that John Hott couldn't help but give Ethan a call.

"Ethan..."

"What's the matter, John?"

"I wanted to ask..."

"Ask what?"

"About the meeting."

"Isn't the meeting scheduled for nine o'clock the morning after tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I was just afraid you'd be too busy and forget. See you then?"

"See you then."

In the following day, Ethan was operating systematically and orderly.

And Frank was enjoying a rare sunny day in Winster.

It seemed that the shine of his presence from the Royal Capital made even the sun warmer day by day.

By the afternoon, Frank was already lying beside the rooftop pool of the North Sea Star, sunbathing.

Even if today's wind was still somewhat cold and noisy.

He seemed not to feel it.

Sipping wine in the sea breeze, he casually read a bestseller from the Royal Capital.

At this moment, his subordinate, the third strongest warrior known for guarding the family, Youngx, slowly walked over and reported, "Young master, someone outside seeks an audience. He claims to be from the Prohibition Bureau, named Marvin."

"Someone from the Prohibition Bureau? Why are they looking for me? Not meeting them."

Frank flatly refused. To others, the Prohibition Bureau might be formidable, but to him, it was nothing.

However, Ethan intrigued him greatly.

He had already heard some stories about Ethan.

An artist returned from the Royal Capital, who made big waves in Winster's underworld, even overthrowing the Saint of the underworld who had stood tall in Winster for decades.

The Royal Capital was indeed a good place. Even bumpkins from such small places could be nurtured to talent.

He was waiting for Ethan's counterattack. He wanted to see what such a character could do.

Unfortunately, he waited until dusk but saw nothing.

It seemed that the guy was scared off by the name of the Evans from the Royal Capital.

It's inevitable. No matter how strong one is in a small place, they're just a loach in the pond, who have never seen the might of the ocean and tremble when glimpsing the silhouette of a legendary creature in the sea.

However, Frank had no intention of letting it slide.

After having a short game in the casino, Frank took a beautiful woman he met at the hotel back to his room.

The woman was quite gorgeous, not an ordinary nightclub girl, and he had a delightful night.

So much so that he overslept the next day.

He originally planned to visit the Evans Clan at eight in the morning with William and the others, but he didn't make it.

At eight, the Evans Clan welcomed another person—

Bob.

Bob Older.

By now, Bob was no longer an obscure figure in Winster.

Since the legendary Four Ships lawsuit was won, his fame had almost rivaled Winster's lawsuit king Duval.

Papers frequently reported on him.

So the people of the Evans Clan recognized his face.

And knew exactly what his identity was.

He was Ethan's most loyal hound.

His arrival proved Ethan was still not ready to give up.

"Bob... Lawyer, I advise you to leave my house as a big shot from the Royal Capital will arrive soon. If you don't want to be embarrassed..."

George's eldest son Anthony stepped forward, trying to drive Bob away.

But Bob ignored him, simply looking at his watch and saying, "Mr. Ethan wants all the contracts of the Evans Clan before nine."

"Impossible, he shouldn't expect to get anything!"

This angered William, who shouted at Bob.

"No rush, we still have an hour. If possible, a cup of coffee, please, no sugar, thank you."

Bob calmly said, adjusting his floral tie.

Bob's words left the Evans Clan speechless.

But Frank still hadn't arrived.

Why was he late?

The North Sea Star.

Waking from a night of hangover, Frank couldn't help but curse. He felt there was something wrong with last night's drinks.

Climbing out of bed, he ignored the still slumbering woman beside him, went for water, and shouted outside, "Youngx, what time is it? Aren't we going to be late?"

But Youngx didn't respond.

This furrowed Frank's brows. Youngx was always disciplined. Could it be that out of the Royal Capital, he started to disregard him?

After shouting a few more times, he finally pushed the door open to leave.

Then, he saw Youngx sitting on the sofa, motionless, appearing asleep.

"Hey, Youngx, you wretched..."

Frank growled and pushed him but found Youngx's body as cold as iron.

His entire face was as pale as if all blood had drained.

He was dead.

"No..."

Frank involuntarily stepped back.

Now, his own blood felt as cold as iron.

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