Helen whipped out a stack of neatly arranged papers and slammed them on the table, stammering, "G- Go on, take it—that's grandfather's will, and you can have your wish to return to the Southstream Lanes."

Cindy promptly snatched the papers, though she kept smiling. "What are you saying, Helen? This isn't important—we're all worried about you!"

"Yeah." Gina frowned. "If you stayed like this, Lane Holdings would—"

"Mrs. Lane, Cindy."

Gina turned, feeling saved when she saw the tall man dressed sharply in a suit who had just entered the bar. "Oh, Mr. Graves! You have to talk to Helen—we're just not getting through with her."

"Alright. You should go home—just leave her to me," Chaz Graves replied, frowning in a rare expression of disgust when he saw what a mess Helen was.

Still, he quickly hid it with a smile.

You really come through for us when it matters, Mr. Graves!" Gina exclaimed

you drinks next time for taking such good

another sugar daddy, even

a minx," Chaz chuckled under his

let's go, Cindy. Let's leave the rest to Mr. Graves," Gina said just

"Okay."

hear about your grandfather's passing, Helen, but he's gone. There are still all the

up lazily and asked almost unintelligibly, "Did

"Huh?"

been caught red-handed as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but he was not about to admit anything

I even heard that he's the reason your grandfather killed

Chaz to change the subject. "I really don't know who to trust now...

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