Vicky raised a brow, her meaning all too clear.

Frank said quietly in turn, "Anyway, I helped Bravo Lambert reclaim a plot of land that his gang rented to the Salazars. The Salazars built a factory over it, and their precision machinery for producing pharmaceutical products is still in there."

"Really?" Vicky's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. After we took back the land, I rented the factory from Bravo, so I'm going to—"

"Aha! I expect nothing less from my head of pharmaceutical research." Vicky cut him short.

"So? How much is Bravo asking for? I'm taking everything," she said, adding with a wink. "You'd get a twenty percent revenue cut too."

"I intend to sell

"I see—I get it now. I still have work to do, so

her wrist before she could leave, frowning,

chuckled, repressing her misery as she turned toward

"Congratulations, you've won."

the

knowing from what Frank said that in his heart,

how it ended after she

in investment and human resources, while

at Frank in

but could not, whereas Vicky remained as blunt and as carefree as

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