Susan shook her head. "You're that eager to save Frank?""You've just come, so there are things you probably wouldn't know." Walter sighed. "Frank isn't all he seems. I might even say that he might help us turn the tide.""Hmph." Susan snorted. "Let's just hope you're right about him."-Meanwhile, Vicky watched Frank from the rearview mirror while riding shotgun, and she asked, "Do you know who their leader was?"Frank shook his head. "He wore a mask. I didn't see his face, but I know he's a member of the Southern Sea's Spirit Hill Sect.""The Spirit Hill Sect? But we have no fight with them." Vicky frowned—she had never heard of them, so why would they attack her?"The masked man works for Donald Salazar. Les said so himself," Frank explained. "Donald also promised Les that he could take over Grande Corp after eliminating you."Vicky was left gritting her teeth and balling her fists. "That pig…""By the way, who is Obadiah Longman? Why would the Salazars want him dead?" Fran
As Vicky gingerly received the pill recipe from Frank, she asked curiously, "What's the name of this pill, Mr. Lawrence?""It's called the Rejuvenation Pill," Frank replied nonchalantly. "I developed it out of boredom as a pill to restore vigor. Add that to other ingredients and it'd have a cosmetic effect."Both Vicky and Yara were left gaping in disbelief—he made a miraculous pill by chance?However, neither of them doubted if the pill would work, since they were witness to the depth of Frank's knowledge of medicine. Moreover, he had no trouble improving a martial arts technique, so creating a pill recipe would be no issue.Vicky could throw herself in Frank's arms right then and kiss him—she had certainly hit the jackpot!She promptly whipped out a check, writing a number with multiple zeros and stuffing it into Frank's hand."Just take it," she said. Frank read the check to see that it was a whopping twenty million dollars!It was certainly no small sum!"You should kee
Greg frowned.He only got close to Gina for her money—he would puke if he had to get intimate with a fortyish woman every day!Seeing her beloved frown, Gina asked, "What's wrong, Greg? You don't want to?""Uh… No way!" Greg promptly changed his reaction and chuckled. "I've been thinking about it already, but now's not the time.""Why not?" "We're still not married, even if we are single now. I think we should do it properly, so that all of Riverton knows."Gina was beaming at that, purring shyly, "Oh, we're both adults. Why bother with child's play?""Don't say that," Greg said righteously. "Marriage is a big deal, or people would talk if I keep coming here."Gina actually thought that made sense and was emotional that Greg would care so much about her.She was certainly right about him!Greg sighed lengthily just then. "Also, I've been busy with work. Let's get married once I've gotten that out of the way.""Yeah, work is important," Gina agreed. "I'll tell Helen to trans
Gina nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, Peter. I'll call your sister right now."She whipped out her phone right then and called Helen, surprising her since she was busy with work. "What is it, Mom?"Gina had her hand on her hip as she growled, "Your brother was beaten up, Helen.""What? Who did?""That ex-husband of yours!" Gina exclaimed furiously. "Who else could it be?!" "Frank? But, why?" Helen asked, puzzled."Why?" Gina snorted. "Peter went to Grande Corp to start work, but that lowlife Frank badmouthed him in front of Vicky. Peter got fired, and Frank seized the moment to beat him up. Call him right this instant and tell him to apologize!"Helen sighed exasperatedly. "How could Frank possibly sway Vicky, Mom?""He's her gigolo. He just has to whisper a few words after a fumble."Helen rolled her eyes—her mother really thought Vicky to be some simpleton.If Vicky could be swayed so easily, there was no way she could surpass her father and take over Grande Corp!However
As soon as Frank stepped inside, a receptionist in a business suit promptly approached him. "How can I help you, sir?'Frank whipped out his check immediately. "Please open an account for me and deposit this check."When the receptionist took the check and saw that it was worth twenty million, she promptly said, "Please come with me, sir! You're eligible for our VVIP service with this deposit, and I'll contact my manager right away to assist you."Frank nodded. "Thank you."In the end, anyone moving funds worth twenty million dollars made them a big shot in any bank, and the employees would never drag their feet in return.Soon, the receptionist had led Frank into a grandly decorated lounge. She even made him coffee, not forgetting to squeeze her breasts as she leaned over, baring her luscious cleavage.Riverton Bank had no shortage of VIPs, but young and rich men like Frank were still a rarity.The receptionist certainly was not about to let the chance slip but was left disappo
The receptionist recognized Helen right away and approached her respectfully. "Good day, Ms. Lane. Please wait a moment—the manager is with a client.""Oh. Then we will wait," Helen said. It was only reasonable since anyone to whom Kurt would offer personal service was not your average Joe. Still, she was also curious since it might be some bigwig, After the receptionist led them to the lounge, Frank soon stepped outside after his account was set up.Helen did a double take when she saw him. "What are you doing here, Frank?"Frank stared at the trio and said calmly, "I was just making a deposit. What about you?""Mr. Marsh needs ten million for his business," Helen explained. "I'm here to make the transfer for a loan."Frank's eyes narrowed as he turned toward Greg. "You're lending him money?"The man was a total liar and completely unreliable—Helen really might not get her money back.On the other hand, Gina sprang to her feet, scowling as soon as she saw Frank. "Who do you
Frank asked coolly, "What, do you want a fight?"Greg gulped.He was perfectly self-aware. After that encounter at the restaurant, he knew that he was no match for Frank.Still, he snorted."I won't stoop to your level," he said before turning and yelling, "Security! Security!!!"The security guards rushed into the room at his call, and they immediately recognized Frank. "What is it, Mr. Marsh?"Greg pointed at Frank right then. "He was starting a fight. Aren't you going to do something?""What? Starting a fight?" Brendan Fenton, the head of security, studied Frank right then.He was very young and obviously not rich, and the head of security promptly barked, "Apologize to Mr. Marsh right now!"Frank shot him a cool glare in turn. "Who do you think you are, ordering me around?""Shut up!" Brendan bellowed, surprised that the kid was that pompous!He raised his baton and swung it at Frank's head—Smack!"Argh!"Frank had raised his palm, slapping Brendan and sending him fl
Kurt snorted. "If Mr. Lawrence hit you, then you deserved it.""Oof…" Greg was clutching his hip as he groaned, before turning toward Kurt in bewilderment. "Don't we go way back, Mr. Costner? Why are you siding with that brat?"The security guards were all left dumbstruck as they looked on—was the brat somehow related to Kurt?Kurt was glaring at Greg in turn. "Mr. Lawrence is our client with a twenty million dollar account balance in our bank. As for you… What do you even amount to?"A client who had just made a twenty million dollar deposit, and a debtor who kept begging him for loans every other day—Kurt certainly knew who to side with!"What? Are you joking, Mr. Costner?" Gina exclaimed as she turned toward Frank in disbelief. "W-Where would he get twenty million?"Helen was certainly astounded by that fact too, while Kurt growled coolly, "What, are you saying Mr. Lawrence didn't already make the deposit a moment ago? Vicky Turnbull herself wrote the check."As Gina realized