Chapter 6

A Rolls-Royce stopped beside Frank just as he stepped outside the Turnbulls’ villa.

Vicky alighted, asking, “Where are you staying, Mr. Lawrence? May I offer you a ride?”

Frank thought about it and sighed. “I was just planning to stay at a hotel.”

He did not own any house in Riverton, and he could not return to Lane Manor after his divorce with Helen.

“Oh…” Vicky did a double take but did not press the issue. “Then you’re in luck—we have over fifty hotels in Riverton. Allow me to arrange for a suite, so I can deliver you the wonderroot when it arrives.”

Frank thought about it and nodded. “Sure.”

He got into the backseat with Vicky while Yara drove, though she stopped at the gates.

“What’s wrong?” Vicky asked.

“There’s a car stopped ahead, and I don’t know what for,” Yara complained.

Frank peered out of the car window and noticed a man weaning a suit standing by the security booth.

“Please inform Mr. Turnbull of my arrival. Tell him that it’s Sean Wesley—my family owns a major business in Riverton.”

With those words, he whipped out a stack of hundred dollar bills and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard promptly nodded gratefully. “Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Turnbull right away.”

Frank narrowed his eyes when he heard Sean’s name and studied the man just as Yara said, “It seems he’s here to see Mr. Turnbull.”

“Ignore them,” Vicky said flatly.

Outside, Sean was soon back in his car—the security guard allowed him to drive inside, as Walter clearly gave his permission.

There was a pretty face riding shotgun in his car—it was Helen.

“Don’t worry,” Sean assured her confidently. “I heard that Walter Turnbull’s daughter is bedridden, and I brought along a 100 year-old panacea cap for her. With something so divine, he’ll definitely help you secure that development project at the west side of the city.”

breathed a sigh of relief, overwhelmed with gratitude toward Sean. “Thank you so

and was naturally surprised that Sean was

panacea cap along, so she could present it as her gift—he was certainly a great help!

friends, aren’t we? We have each

from emotion—Sean was certainly proving himself to be a real friend with all his prowess, especially with the way he

letting her mother force Frank to divorce

villa, though Helen glanced outside just as their

double take, since the man sitting at the backseat looked so much like

promptly

that car just now,” Helen

Sean guffawed. “This is Balmung Hill’s mansion zone, and everyone living here is either rich or powerful. What would

again, but she totally

not see the man’s face clearly.

Yara drove straight toward Verdant Hotel, which was the grandest

floors spanning over 2,000 square meters, and two lion statues grandly adorned

opened the door for Frank and led him to the front desk, booking the penthouse suite

surprise. “I’ll just

can drop by whenever you like even

he wanted here the instant he stepped inside, what with the spacious lobby decorated with such stateliness.

got him a room, she handed him the

Turnbull businesses.

friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared at it.

it’s for important associates

too much credit.” Frank chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Oh, the irony…

him a thing in

he met Vicky,

you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a

no one

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