Chapter 165

There was no way Helen could free herself with her measly strength!

Gina ran up, clawing at Bladie as she yelled, “What are you doing?! Let my daughter go-” “Fuck off!”

Baldie kicked her to the floor unceremoniously, pointing at her in the face as he bellowed, “Get the money, hag, and then you can come to get your daughter back.”

Gina clutched her stomach as she groaned, “Stop… Let my daughter go….‘

Nonetheless, she was left watching as Baldie and the thugs took Helen away, and she lay sprawled on the floor as she bawled, “Greg Marsh, you bastard… You killed us!”

Meanwhile, Frank had just finished cultivating in seclusion.

He had completely removed any remaining trace of Snowshade from his body and improved his cultivation.

Still, he was hungry after confining himself for days and left the mansion to head down the hill, planning to get some food.

As he arrived at the bottom of the hill, an oncoming Ferrari almost knocked him down, but he reacted quickly and dodged out of the way.

Nonetheless, the Ferrari stopped by the road.

A man in a suit slowly wound down the window and barked angrily, “Watch the road, you little shit!”

Frank frowned. “You’re the one who almost knocked me down, bro.”

“Shit! Aren’t you a courier? Don’t you know there aren’t any pedestrian walkways here in Skywater Bay?!” the man snapped, already deciding that Frank was a courier.

After all, every other person living there had a car–what respectable person would walk down the hill when each mansion was basically built into it?

“Bumpkin.” The man snorted as he wound up the window and floored the gas pedal, speeding off.

Frank did not actually know that there were no pedestrian walkways on the hill.

Still, he did not take offense and headed downhill, entering the first place he found and taking a window seat.

He ordered a ton of food to replenish his energy.

When he felt more or less full, he was going to pay the bill when he spotted two familiar figures.

It was Sean and Greg, both entering the hotel closely one after another.

Frank frowned right then–those two were not supposed to know each other.

He watched as they headed to the private rooms upstairs, and quickly called for a waiter.

“How can I help, sir?”

Frank whipped out his debit card. “I’ll take the room next to those two men. You can charge me an extra grand as a tip.”

“Oh… Okay,” the waiter agreed to it without hesitation, and Frank was in the next room soon enough.

He stilled his heart as he leaned against the wall, carefully listening to the sounds from the next room.

Being a specialist with exceptional vigor, his senses far surpassed the average Joe’s. Naturally, Sean and Greg were unaware that Frank was eavesdropping, as Greg was chuckling, “Mr. Wesley, that idiot Gina called me again today. I didn’t answer, of course–though she has probably caught on by now.”

“It’s not an issue–Sindark had already gone to Lane Manor,” Sean said, studying Greg as he continued, “I’m actually surprised you managed to swindle over forty mil from her.”

“You flatter me,” Greg said humbly. “Gina’s just so thirsty that she’s the most gullible woman I’ve ever met.”