Chapter 14

With Trevor’s case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.

That was when Sean said with a scowl, “Don’t worry. That good–for–nothing is just Vicky’s gigolo,

but

my father actually is her grandfather’s associate. I’m sure the man would understand with just a phone call.”

Gina finally remembered that he was there too. “Oh, Mr. Wesley! You really come through for us when

it matters!”

Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. “Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time.”

She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank–the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings ‘ future!

his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the head

Why are you calling this late?”

ask George Turnbull to give

lost your mind?! What even gave you the idea that I can speak up in that man’s presence?! Even if I was allowed an audience, do you think I’m even capable of changing his mind?! Just suck up to Ms. Turnbull already.

with that, he hung up, leaving Sean

head back, wondering how he would explain this to

game but had yet to sleep with her–there

hang up and promptly asked, “How did it go, Mr. Wesley?

her gaze but forced a smile and braced herself as he said, “Don’t worry. My father has already agreed

sigh of relief. “Phew…

was relieved too and told Sean solemnly, “Thank you so much, Mr.

on, don’t say

upstairs to a private room, where she poured him a glass of

on my own volition,

seated cross–legged as he replied flatly,

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