Frank had no idea that Winter was miserable that Aria stole her beloved.

He merely presumed that his drunken fumble made things awkward between Winter and Aria, and he certainly had no words of comfort for that.

As such, his frustration only grew as he listened to Winter's sobs.

Beside him, Aria was hovering around him, placing food on his plate while sliding pointed glances at the direction in which Winter left.

She could not help it—Frank was as rich as he was successful, and Winter could not blame anyone that he was taken since she did not seize him.

-

Henry Lane's funeral was held the next day.

Vicky called early in the morning to inform Frank that she was busy and that he should attend as Grande Pharma's representative.

Frank did not dwell on it and drove Aria to Grande Square to pick out a couple of dresses suitable for the funeral.

before finally picking a black dress tailored

it up," she told the

would not actually miss five million, not to mention that he had

they

clearly unfriendly toward Aria. "So that's how it's

ample bosom as

a stern look at Frank. "Do you

sword, Aria stepped between them, her expression cool. "What are you talking

eye when you slept around before. Do you really

as Jean

slander!" she snapped before suddenly smiling. "What, so you're both jealous? You and Winter kept calling me

was as short-tempered as she was poor in verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly across her

bitch. We've seen your true colors now," Jean

her face, going mad

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