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.

for us when it matters, Mr. Graves!" Gina exclaimed in

me to buy you drinks next time for taking such good care of

needed another sugar daddy,

his breath, though his expression remained

Let's leave the rest to

"Okay."

and sat beside Helen, forcing his most understanding smile. "It hurts to hear about your grandfather's passing, Helen, but he's gone. There are still

and asked almost unintelligibly, "Did

"Huh?"

red-handed as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but

I

did not allow Chaz to change the subject. "I really don't know who

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