Chapter 3

Frank was napping in Trevor’s car when his phone rang, waking him up.

Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, “Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?”

Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. “Yeah.”

Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!

“You disappoint me, Frank,” she growled. “If you’re upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?”

Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, “Would you believe it if I told you that I didn’t?”

“Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!” Helen demanded. “He also annulled our partnership!”

“Trevor’s decision is his own and has nothing to do with me.”

Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. “You really disappoint me.”

Frank’s voice suddenly turned cool as well. “It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the actual truth. I have no idea what Peter told you nor am I willing to explain myself—just don’t bother me with stuff like this ever again.”

And with those words, he hung up, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing as his eyes flashed coolly.

To think that Helen never trusted him even after three years of marriage, pinning the blame on him just over mere speculation.

Perhaps she really believed that he was a freeloading shut-in too!

Beside him, Trevor could certainly tell the call was from the Lanes. He asked tentatively, “Shall I straighten them out, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank sighed and waved him off. “Forget it. Let’s just distance ourselves from them from now on.”

He could not bring himself to destroy them just yet, so they could rot for all he cared.

entered the

of their arrival, a servant was on hand to receive them,

for a moment, gentlemen.

and muttered quietly, “There really aren’t many servants

underestimate them, Mr. Lawrence,” Trevor told him. “Walter is merely the Turnbulls’ figurehead in Riverton, while the

herself extraordinary, establishing a transnational trading conglomerate single-handedly five years ago and accumulating billions in wealth. She’s also an apprentice to Riverton’s governor and a prodigy of martial arts—she would be an elite among Riverton’s youth if not for

really think highly of

were divorced anyway. “That’s like comparing a wolf to a

compassion, while Ms. Turnbull is a ravishing beauty with wit to boot. Should you two tie the knot, it shall certainly be a profound marriage—and I, Trevor Zurich, am all too willing to be

choked on his tea and shot Trevor a glare. “Worry

scratched his head awkwardly, surprised that Frank

footsteps and promptly got up

held his hand in turn and asked excitedly, “Trevor,

introduction. “This is him—Frank Lawrence. He has been training in seclusion at the south pole, and his abilities as a healer are

stiffened when he saw how young Frank looked. “Are you joking, Trevor? He’s so young!”

solemnly. “If Frank fails to heal your daughter

absolutely skeptical about Frank, he had no choice but to try, especially when Trevor was vouching

come with me, Mr.

way, sir,” Frank said flatly, and he and Trevor

Frank found a young

flawless

was no hiding her haughty presence—it actually added to her

a black suit stood beside her bed, appearing to

just then, assuring her, “Vicky, Trevor just got you a healer. He’ll definitely help you this

you so much, Mr. Zurich.” Vicky forced a smile, but she knew her

other healers over the

on Frank either. If anything, her gratitude was

Ms. Turnbull.” Trevor smiled and turned toward Frank. “She’s in your

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