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.

us when

time for taking such good

dead, so she urgently needed another sugar daddy, even if it was

minx," Chaz chuckled under his breath, though

Cindy. Let's leave the rest to Mr.

"Okay."

passing, Helen, but he's gone. There

quiet comforting, Helen looked up lazily and asked almost unintelligibly, "Did you really save Frank? Please tell me

"Huh?"

like he had been caught red-handed as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but he

said, "Of course I did. Did he lie to you again? I

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

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