Helen was thoroughly disgusted with Sean after learning his true nature at Dynasty.She had certainly misjudged him—even if Frank was a freeloader, he was not a liar like Sean.Sean chuckled, knowing that she was still upset. "I know I was at fault, and I shouldn't have claimed credit for everything—I promise I won't do it again. Just give me a chance…""What chance?" Helen laughed coolly. "We've always been platonic friends, haven't we?"Sean was stumped, but it was clear Helen did not plan to make peace.He was left watching as she disappeared into the time, fuming as he gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, "Fuck you, Helen! I helped you get this partnership with the Turnbulls, and you'd kick me to the curb? I will make you pay!"-Frank had been sitting on a bench below stage and sunbathing.Helen appeared behind him just then and sat down beside him.Frank slowly opened his eyes, and seeing Helen there, he said, "Oh, if it isn't Ms. Lane. What are you doing here,

Frank asked, "Did they come for revenge?""I'm not sure. But we'll know once we meet them," Vicky replied, shaking her head.Even if they did not know what the other side was planning, Vicky was not about to be cowed.She strode forward toward the appointed meeting place, with Frank and Yara quietly following her.They soon arrived at the edge of a hallway and entered the glamorous private room to see a middle-aged man dressed in a suit sitting in the middle and twirling with a wine glass leisurely. His name was Donald Salazar, and he was the second heir of the Salazars who was in charge of all family affairs.All three men had sharp gazes and their very presence was menacing, making it obvious that they were the middle-aged man's bodyguards. And of the three, one was an elderly white-haired man dressed in traditional robes, while the other two were young and robust.Seeing that Vicky had arrived, the middle-aged man put down his glass and flashed an affable smile. "You've kept m

Marco disappeared in a flash, leaving Yara frozen in place while Polo kept charging at her!Yara was trying to threaten Marco so that she could be free, but now that Marco withdrew, she somehow could not move.She felt as if there was an unseen power keeping her in place, her limbs seemingly held in place by four threads.Soon, she was watching as Polo's fist approached her face!"Shit," Yara swore under her breath and closed her eyes in reflex.But at that very moment, Frank whipped out a silver needle and flicked it at Yara's elbow. Yara's body lurched as she suddenly launched a punch!Pow!Right after that, Yara stumbled backward and landed in Frank's arms."Don't move," he whispered into her ears, putting a hand on her shoulder.There were indeed four threads attached to Yara, connecting her to Jaud's palm.No one could see the threads under the sun, and it was Jaud who kept her frozen in place just now, directing his vigor to immobilize her limbs!Yara frowned—even no

Frank's words were utterly impressive, and Vicky breathed a sigh of relief in turn. "Well, there's nothing to worry about since you've said that. Anyway, you two are coming with me back to the office—I'd at least have protection."It seemed that they should stay safe for the time being.Frank did not argue, since he had nothing to do at the hotel anyway.They headed to Grande Corpe's offices, where Yara followed Vicky to her office. Not only was she Vicky's bodyguard, but she was also Vicky's personal assistant who could assist with office tasks.On the other hand, Frank knew nothing about that, so he went to the VIP lounge alone since it would be pointless going to Vicky's office with them.It was a quiet place, and Frank found a comfortable spot to close his eyes and rest, focusing his internal energies…After a while, the door opened.Frank opened his eyes to find that it was Greg Marsh, though he was alone this time.Since Frank was alone in the spacious lounge, Greg imme

Dan was taken aback. "Arrange an engagement?" His granddaughter was certainly not young, but she showed no inclination to marry, so he could not do much even if he was anxious for her.Still, he could not resist asking, "May I ask who's the gentleman you'd be recommending?""I'm afraid he's not from an important family." Greg started lowballing. "But I'm sure he'll soon become someone special."To be honest, Lane Holdings was insignificant to the upper echelons of Riverton. However, their future was definitely inestimable since they were partnered with Vicky!"Oh…" Dan was actually not interested—what Greg was saying was that the man he recommended was some average Joe with neither riches nor influence. Surely his treasured granddaughter should not suffer such… shame!Still, Greg quickly added, "Hold on, Mr. Zimmer. He's only in his twenties, and though he may not have influence or riches, he's already Vicky's personal consultant. Do you think he would still fall short with su