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.”

relief, overwhelmed with gratitude toward Sean.

depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and was naturally surprised that Sean was willing to

present it

friends, aren’t we? We have each other’s

proving himself to be a real friend with all his prowess, especially with the way he

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

waste time hurrying inside the villa, though Helen glanced outside just as their car passed

sitting at the backseat looked so much like Frank!

Sean promptly asked.

that car

is either

car again, but she

and did not see the man’s face clearly. Maybe

toward Verdant Hotel, which was the

meters, and two lion

him to the front desk, booking the penthouse suite for him for

exclaimed in surprise. “I’ll just be

Lawrence. It’s exclusively for friends, and you can drop by whenever you like even if you find other places to stay. The hotel

could have anything he wanted here the instant he stepped inside, what with the spacious lobby decorated with

room, she handed him the room card along with a

Turnbull businesses. You

friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared at

for important

really give me too much credit.” Frank

Oh, the irony…

thing in

since he met Vicky, but she had already given him a

you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a friend

smiled, and certainly no one could read the thoughts

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