Chapter 6

A Rolls-Royce stopped beside Frank just as he stepped outside the Turnbulls’ villa.

Vicky alighted, asking, “Where are you staying, Mr. Lawrence? May I offer you a ride?”

Frank thought about it and sighed. “I was just planning to stay at a hotel.”

He did not own any house in Riverton, and he could not return to Lane Manor after his divorce with Helen.

“Oh…” Vicky did a double take but did not press the issue. “Then you’re in luck—we have over fifty hotels in Riverton. Allow me to arrange for a suite, so I can deliver you the wonderroot when it arrives.”

Frank thought about it and nodded. “Sure.”

He got into the backseat with Vicky while Yara drove, though she stopped at the gates.

“What’s wrong?” Vicky asked.

“There’s a car stopped ahead, and I don’t know what for,” Yara complained.

Frank peered out of the car window and noticed a man weaning a suit standing by the security booth.

“Please inform Mr. Turnbull of my arrival. Tell him that it’s Sean Wesley—my family owns a major business in Riverton.”

With those words, he whipped out a stack of hundred dollar bills and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard promptly nodded gratefully. “Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Turnbull right away.”

Frank narrowed his eyes when he heard Sean’s name and studied the man just as Yara said, “It seems he’s here to see Mr. Turnbull.”

“Ignore them,” Vicky said flatly.

Outside, Sean was soon back in his car—the security guard allowed him to drive inside, as Walter clearly gave his permission.

There was a pretty face riding shotgun in his car—it was Helen.

“Don’t worry,” Sean assured her confidently. “I heard that Walter Turnbull’s daughter is bedridden, and I brought along a 100 year-old panacea cap for her. With something so divine, he’ll definitely help you secure that development project at the west side of the city.”

Helen breathed a sigh of relief, overwhelmed with gratitude toward Sean. “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.”

She had been depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and was naturally surprised that Sean was willing to help her build another with the Turnbulls.

He even bought a panacea cap along, so she could present it as her gift—he was certainly a great help!

“Oh, it’s nothing, Helen,” Sean said smugly. “We’re friends, aren’t we? We have each other’s backs.”

Helen was tearing up from emotion—Sean was certainly proving himself to be a real friend with all his prowess, especially with the way he always came to her aid whenever she needed help.

In contrast, her ex-husband certainly dulled in comparison. Perhaps letting her mother force Frank to divorce her was a smart choice.

Meanwhile, Sean did not waste time hurrying inside the villa, though Helen glanced outside just as their car passed another.

She did a double take, since the man sitting at the backseat looked so much like Frank!

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

“I think that was Frank in that car just now,” Helen said quietly.

“Hahaha!” Sean guffawed. “This is Balmung Hill’s mansion zone, and everyone living here is either rich or powerful. What would your useless ex-husband be doing here?”

Helen peered outside the car again, but she totally agreed with Sean.

Moreover, she only looked outside and did not see the man’s face clearly. Maybe it was just a slight resemblance…

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Meanwhile, Yara drove straight toward Verdant Hotel, which was the grandest hotel in Riverton.

There were eighteen floors spanning over 2,000 square meters, and two lion statues grandly adorned the front entrance.

Vicky personally opened the door for Frank and led him to the front desk, booking the penthouse suite for him for a year.

“That’s too much,” Frank exclaimed in surprise. “I’ll just be staying a few days.”

Vicky waved him off nonchalantly. “No worries, Mr. Lawrence. It’s exclusively for friends, and you can drop by whenever you like even if you find other places to stay. The hotel can cater to your needs as well—food, entertainment, even sports.”

Frank nodded. He could see that he could have anything he wanted here the instant he stepped inside, what with the spacious lobby decorated with such stateliness.

After Vicky got him a room, she handed him the room card along with a gold card.

“This is a gold card, applicable to all Turnbull businesses. You can make any purchases you desire with this.”

“Is that exclusively for friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared at it.

Vicky smiled as well. “No, it’s for important associates of my family.”

“You really give me too much credit.” Frank chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Oh, the irony…

Helen never gave him a thing in their three-year marriage.

On the other hand, it had barely been a day since he met Vicky, but she had already given him a gold card.

“Not really. I simply consider you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a friend in turn.”

Her eyes narrowed as she smiled, and certainly no one could read the thoughts behind it.

Frank slipped the card into his pocket in turn, wordlessly approving her request.

Before he could speak, however, someone yelled at him, “Frank Lawrence! You b*st*rd!”

Frank turned to find Peter Lane standing there with a woman wearing thick makeup.

Peter was planning to ‘take a break’ with his new girlfriend at the hotel, but he was furious to see Frank the instant he stepped inside.

Ignoring the stares from the others around them, he strode up to Frank, pointing his finger at Frank’s nose as he snapped, “You were badmouthing my sister, weren’t you?! You told Mr. Zurich to call off her partnership with my sister!”

Frank shot him a cool look. “Trevor simply saw your family’s true nature.”

“Shut up! I’m beating you to a pulp right now!” Peter screamed.

Before he could move, however, Vicky moved to stand between them, her brow furrowed as she said sternly, “You are in the Verdant Hotel, sir. Please be mindful of your behavior.”

She had no idea what the grudge between the two men were, but she was staunchly on Frank’s side.

As for Peter, he appeared taken aback as he studied Vicky, completely bewitched by her beauty.

He had been philandering a lot ever since his family struck it rich.

Even so, this was the first time he saw a woman as beautiful as her!

Still, just because Vicky came in a hurry and was dressed in a business suit, he presumed her to be the lobby manager and possibly a woman who slept her way to the top.

He promptly whipped out a few hundred dollar bills and stuffed them into Vicky’s hand, whispering, “This has nothing to do with you. Also, I’ll talk to you later.”

Vicky pursed his lips—that was totally disrespectful of him!

She flung the money back at his face and snapped, “Mr. Lawrence is my friend, so take your money and leave right now. We don’t accept boneheads like you.”

However, her outburst only left Peter further convinced that she was the lobby manager.

His gaze darting between Vicky and Peter, he then realized something with a start!

“Well done, Frank! So you got yourself a b*tch on the side already,” he snapped, his eyes flashing viciously as he pointed between the both of them. “That’s why you agreed to divorcing my sister so easily!”

Frank’s eyes narrowed as he growled coolly, “Watch your words, Peter. I won’t hold this against you, seeing that you’re Helen’s brother. Now, leave.”