Henry’s miserable reaction was not lost on Frank.

However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not.

It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them!

“No, Gramps. I think this is it,” he said, and left without looking back.

Henry wobbled and almost fell.

Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, “It’s over… It’s all over… It’s the end for my family…”

Helen was left miffed by his words. “What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.”

“Hah!” Henry scoffed coldly. “That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?”

“Exactly,” Helen replied.

“He’s not even worth a fart compared to Frank,” Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore.

Helen sighed as she looked on. “What delusions did Frank feed him, honestly?”

“Who cares?” Peter chuckled. “This suits us just fine—we don’t have to hide your divorce from him now.”

He was certainly feeling gleeful—without the old man’s protection, there was nothing stopping him from getting back at Frank!

Helen shot him a look, and asked, “Who’s that woman with Frank? The one you mentioned.”

“I don’t know,” Peter replied, scratching his head. “But she’s seriously beautiful, like one in a billion…”

Helen frowned. “More beautiful than me?”

Peter’s words left her insecurity gnawing.

She definitely did not hope for Frank to have another woman at his side, especially one who was more beautiful than she was!

suddenly stuttering. “You’re a natural beauty, while hers

beauty was far beyond comparison, especially with those

thought left him fuming, however, as a good-for-nothing like Frank did not deserve the company of

clearly satisfied by what Peter

late when Frank

the entrance with

turned out to be Yara, Vicky’s bestie cum

then, she hurried toward him.

Ms. Quill. Is something the matter?” Frank asked as he

and her eyes were a bright blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as she had clearly been waiting

inches over five feet, though she still appeared

kept her head lowered, stammering for a long while but unable to

chuckled. “You may speak

then. “O-Okay… Can you teach me

of Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker. He also treated Vicky, thus proving that there were

Yara wanted to learn the improved version as well, but unlike Vicky, she was no prodigy who could learn a new technique with a single look.

that.” Frank smiled.

promptly whipped out a debit card. “I will make it worth your while, Mr. Lawrence. There’s

behind his back, remaining calm

a little flustered. “Then… What do you

you have natural relics or other precious

shook her

“Enchanted weapons?”

further dejected. “No.”

to

and turned, ready to

called out to her, “Hold on. Is it true that your father

Is there something I can help you with?” Yara

Boltsmacker, but you need to

me who it is,

name is Winter

still as she waited for the next

that was all

is that all you have for me?” she asked.

“Yeah. All I have is her

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