Frank chuckled. “Why would they be jealous? I’m not a fellow suitor.”

“That’s true.” Yara conceded and sighed. “But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won’t get the wrong idea? Moreover, he’s the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances.”

Being Vicky’s bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets.

She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed. That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts.

“Hmph.” Frank snorted with a look of disdain. “I’m fine as long as they don’t provoke me. If they do, they’ll find themselves less lions than lambs.”

Yara gulped.

That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.

Either way, she had nothing to add after saying that much.

Early next morning, Helen had just woken up when she got a call from Sean.

“Good news! Mr. Turnbull’s daughter fully recovered yesterday!” he exclaimed.

“She did?!” Helen was immediately excited.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect the panacea cap to be so effective.” Sean laughed. “You are now the savior of the Turnbulls’ heiress, Helen!”

Helen was certainly thrilled—Lane Holdings had nothing to worry about now that the Turnbulls owed them a favor!

Breathing out lengthily to quickly calm herself, she said, “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Sean replied with feigned modesty. “It’s what I ought to do—by the way, remember to properly prepare for the banquet tonight at Verdant Hotel, and the project will definitely be yours.”

“Yes. I’m counting on you, Mr. Wesley,” Helen said, and hung up.

She could hardly hide her excitement and almost started skipping around on her bed.

Lane Holdings to prosper

Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when someone knocked on his

a leather jacket and a pair of jeans,

off her shades, she smiled. “You’re quite the early

about

you a tux—I mean, you’re

“I’ll pass.”

door when Vicky caught it, “Please, Mr. Lawrence. It’s my father’s invitation, and you can at least show your face since

was reluctant to attend a pointless social event, he could not say no since it was Mr. Turnbull’s

said, “In that case,

lot, and Vicky opened

as he noticed a trio of

asked in curiosity, noticing his

“Trouble.”

the trio too

of her family, the burly bald man at the

replied coolly.

“Who are you people? Do

to regard Vicky lecherously. “Huh. I’m surprised you’re that lucky with women! Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough.

turning to glance at Frank for a moment and then at the trio. “Wait, is this everyone you brought? You really think you stand

of Barney’s thugs snorted. “Hey, the chick’s mocking us, Barney.”

“Don’t hurt her now.

two thugs guffawed—they were certainly in luck! They would get a taste of the

asked quietly, “Who sent you? Tell me

Barney barked,

took a step back

charged forward at

Thud!

Thud!

dull thuds, both lackeys were

“What the—”

walked two steps forward with his baseball club and was already left gaping.

the hell was he?!

move—the man just suddenly turned into

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