Chapter 1761: The Head of the Family

There was nothing left for Shawn to say, so he sent Peregrine away. In no time, he and Frieda were alone in the mansion.

“Are we really going to let him work at Roxanne's research institute? You put so much effort into hiring him!” Frieda protested indignantly.

Shawn glared at her. “What then? What else can we do? Are you suggesting you can prevent him from going?”

Frieda flinched, silencing herself, though still aggrieved. What good is Roxanne? How does she keep the King of Medicine for herself? We could certainly provide better treatment. If he stays, he should be with us!

The living room atmosphere grew tense. Shawn frowned, silent for a long while. Suddenly, he said, “Even if we can't keep the old man, we can't let Roxanne get such a good deal so easily!”

Frieda nodded. “What do we do then?”

Peregrine joining Roxanne’s institute was a fait accompli. What could they do to stop Roxanne?

Shawn’s fury softened as he looked at her. Smiling, he poured her a cup of tea. “Regardless, you hired Mr. Lomax. Now that he’s treated Roxanne, they should be thanking you.”

Frieda looked at him, confused.

Impatience flared, but Shawn remained calm. “Go home and tell your brother. I believe he’s reasonable.”

Excitement and worry warred in Frieda’s heart. “But my brother… Even if he wants to thank me, it will only be with money, nothing substantial.”

Jonathan, wary after her interactions with Shawn and Aubree, wouldn't give her an important position, even if she rejoined the Queen family. This infuriated Frieda. She was Queen family, yet while Jonathan held power, she was merely under his thumb.

Shawn saw her fury, a cold glint crossing his own eyes. He softly consoled her, “If I say this, it means I have a way to secure you an important position. Just follow my instructions.”

Frieda was tempted. Pulling her close, he whispered, “We’re in this together. Why would I lie? Didn’t I help you hire Mr. Lomax when you asked me to find someone to save Roxanne?”

Frieda began to relent.

“Just do as I say. Who knows who’ll be the future head of the Queen family?” Shawn pressed.

Finally, Frieda leaned into his arms. “I’ll… talk to my brother. Let’s see how he plans to thank me.”

Shawn lowered his gaze, gloom in his eyes, but patted her shoulder encouragingly. “I’ll be waiting for good news.”

They discussed their plan further. Later, Shawn sent someone to take Frieda home.