Chapter 162

Things were awkward between Frank and Yara, and the latter quickly opened the door when they arrived at the hilltop mansion. “This is it, Mr. Lawrence. Why don’t you look inside?”

Frank scanned the place.

All the furniture he could ask for was there, and the interior was renovated thoroughly. There was some dust, but the place was great overall.

“It’s really good,” he remarked.

Yara nodded. “I’ll call the cleaners over soon. You can move in as soon as tonight, Mr. Lawrence.”

“Thank you.” Frank nodded.

Yara then remembered something else and told him, “By the way, we have a lead on Winter Lawrence, the person you asked me to find. I’ve found out from the orphanage that she was adopted and taken to Middleton, and I’ve sent my people to look.”

“Thank you, Ms. Quill,” Frank said seriously. “I’d be really grateful if you could really find her.

“May I ask who she is to you?” Yara asked in curiosity just then.

Winter was obviously very important to Frank, and Yara wondered if she was his sister.

“She’s my mentor’s only daughter,” Frank admitted, not worried about hiding things. “I’ve been staying in Riverton to find her, as a way to fulfill my mentor’s last wish.”

“I see.” Yara nodded, regarding Frank with even more respect.

The man was not only amazing in medicine and martial arts, but his character was worthy of respect as well.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence,” she assured him earnestly. “I’ll do my best to help you fulfill your mentor’s wish.”

She left later, and Frank started to train alone in the mansion.

Not only was the scenery around the mansion picturesque, but there were also not many people around. It was less mundane that way, affording tranquility necessary for training.

Meanwhile, Donald Salazar was staring at Jaud White in disbelief at his office, on the top floor of Donald Tower in Riverton.

“The kid took one of your hands?” he asked in shock, staring at the stump.

Jaud nodded. “I’m surprised Vicky Turnbull kept someone that powerful around her, but he didn’t fare any better. He’ll die soon enough after I struck him with my Snowshade.”

“Are you sure?” Donald asked, frowning. “Vicky is still alive.”

“I hit him with three needles. He’s a dead man walking,” Jaud said confidently. “As for Vicky, I actually hit her with a low dosage since it wasn’t the plan to kill her anyway.”

Donald nodded in satisfaction at that. “Good. So? Do we have Obadiah Longman’s pill recipe?”

“Of course,” Jaud said, taking out the sheet with his remaining arm.

Donald’s eyes were ablaze as he quickly took it. “Haha! We will take over the Riverton market with this!”

“I’ve checked the recipe myself,” Jaud said. “There won’t be any issue for mass production, though I should mention that Les is dead, and I heard Neil Turnbull has come to Riverton…”

“So what if he did?” Donald scoffed in disdain. “We have the recipe, and Vicky’s survival is in our hands. The Turnbulls no longer have a foothold here – have our men put the Beauty Pill into production as soon as possible. I want to take over the Riverton market at top speed.”

“Yes, Mr. Salazar!” Jaud replied.

Donald then glanced at the stump that was Jaud’s hand again. “Don’t worry, Mr. White. I’ll make this worth your while.”

As he spoke, he wrote Jaud a check worth ten million.

Jaud was certainly delighted. “It’s my honor to be of service, Mr. Salazar.”