Frank nodded and changed into another jacket before getting into Vicky's car.

The Fieldens were actually not a particularly important family. Paul Fielden, the family head, was a venture capitalist.

His family had fallen on hard times and their numbers were dwindling, but they retained many treasures from their more illustrious predecessors. The drakeroot was naturally one of them.

Vicky, who had partnered with him before, rode shotgun to call Paul ahead of time.

"Hello, Mr. Fielden? It's Vicky." She laughed as she made small talk with Paul before getting to the point. "So, I was wondering if you're at home? I would like to visit today."

Paul was absolutely stunned on the other end.

The Turnbulls had certainly been making waves in Riverton recently, and their heiress was actually making time to visit him?

Vicky wanted something,

wife is home right now, so you

Vicky exclaimed and hung

at the Fieldens' residence soon

Ding-dong...

no one answered even after a long while, and Vicky was frowning. "What the hell is Paul playing at?

"Maybe

a bit." Vicky sighed exasperatedly as she pressed the doorbell again, since she had something important to do and could not leave whether Mrs.

shrugged—he was

woman dressed in a thin sleeping gown strode

her—she was just over her twenties, her skin

that Paul landed such a youthful wife in his thirties. the old man had

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