Sean was immediately annoyed by Vicky’s words. “Come on now, beautiful. Give me a little credit.”

He was the heir to the Wesley family, and she told him that he did not compare to a piece of trash like Frank?

However, Vicky merely snorted in disdain. “Why should I?”

Sean pursed his lips, his veins bulging as he clenched his knuckle. “Let me give it to you straight—that brat doesn’t even have a job! Why else would Helen divorce him? What can he offer you?! He’s not even that good looking.”

Vicky simply glanced at Frank and shrugged. “Mr. Lawrence only needs time. He just needs a month, and surpassing your family would not be out of the question.”

“Haha! You’re really funny!” Sean laughed.

Starting from nothing and beating his family in a month?! Dream on!

Vicky smiled in return. “I’m not being funny. Why don’t we make a bet? If Mr. Lawrence surpasses your family in a month, you’ll go down on your knees and apologize.”

Sean narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. “What if he doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll get down on my knees and apologize,” Vicky replied nonchalantly.

“Deal,” Sean promptly said, as if worried that Vicky would renege.

Frank narrowed his eyes at Vicky just then and turned to head inside the banquet hall.

She was making a mountain out of a molehill, and he was not about to get involved in their squabble.

“Wait, Mr. Lawrence…” Vicky quickly chased after him and caught his arm. “I just put my bet on you. Shouldn’t you fight a little for my sake?”

“I’m not interested in your gambit,” Frank replied flatly.

“So you’d rather let me kneel in front of that pig?” Vicky moaned with a wounded look.

To anyone else, they looked like they were flirting.

“Frank, can I talk to you?” Helen suddenly asked.

“You can say it here.”

“In private. Just the two of us.”

Frank chuckled coolly. “Forget it. I’d rather not get gossiped about.”

With that, he turned to leave without looking back.

surprised that he was so cold—he would do his utmost to fulfill any request before no matter

pointedly in turn. “It seems that Mr. Lawrence isn’t interested in talking to you! Perhaps you should

teeth. “You don’t

shrugged and flashed a confident smile. “Actually, I’m really worried that you won’t get it

went after Frank as Helen looked

clenching her knuckles but unable to vent her

alone explain anything about the woman with

forgotten about their three years worth of marriage?

to her confidently just then. “Don’t worry, Helen. I’ll have that woman apologizing on

his family in a month?!

the nagging feeling that something was out of

and cool poise was stuck in

such aplomb given this occasion—was she really just some

a bad feeling

business elites were already gathered in the first banquet hall of Verdant

of the night, Vicky certainly could not stay

a seat, Mr. Lawrence. I will be back

head. “Just do what you have

eating without a care—he had never met the other business elites, so he had no reason to talk

when Helen, Gina, and Sean entered.

approached them,

will be rising to the peak now that Ms. Turnbull has made a full recovery.”

that West City

just don’t forget

her lips, hiding the grin beneath. “Oh, you’re exaggerating. I didn’t really help much.”

she received word that Ms. Turnbull made a full recovery, she sent her secretary to spread

her. And with the halo of saving Ms. Turnbull,

crowd followed her to the front roll, Helen was left staring at a figure sitting there that

snapped, “Who let you

where the Turnbulls would sit at, and only Helen

down the buttered rib he was holding and wiped the grease of his lips. “Ms. Turnbull told me to sit here. Do

in disdain. “You really know how to make stuff

elites behind them were studying Frank curiously

“Who is he?’

he even have the right

ex-husband, freeloading off her for three years and now here to cause

siding with the Lanes now that they were in the

despicable

and here I wondered who he could

Can’t even use a knife and fork? He certainly doesn’t

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