Peter continued gloating, "Just let her stick with Frank all she wants. They'll fuck up eventually and come crying to us, begging!" "Well said! My son is finally shaping up!"

Gina was certainly relieved to hear such words, though her face soon fell awkwardly. "That said... I've already sold that land."

"What?!"

Peter jumped like a cat having its tail stepped on. "Mom... What? You've sold it already?! Who could have bought it from you?!"

Gina scratched her head awkwardly, feeling her conscience gnawing because of her son's overreaction. "I was a little worried after we couldn't reach you on the phone, so I sold it to Frank."

"Frank?! You sold it to Frank?!"

Peter could blow up right then.

Still, he clung on to his last hopes and forced a smile while asking calmly, "How much did you sell it to him?"

"Five hundred million." Gina was grinning smugly even as she held up her fingers. "It's fine, Peter. He wants to be a sucker, so let him be. His money would go to waste anyway-when Cindy and I went over to check it out, it turned out to be far flung and infested by thugs! Frank won't be able to use it, let alone sell it!"

"Stop it, Mom! Just stop!" Peter exclaimed as he fell on his bottom, clawing on his own hair miserably.

was stunned to see such a reaction from her son. "What, aren't you pleased that a rotten plot of land was sold to Frank? He ended up a big

sucker?" Peter was on the verge of tears. "You

dumbfounded, unsure as to what had gotten into her son who reacted as if the world had collapsed on

Aunt Gina. There's something you have to

Zonda strode in excitedly

then.

her

she scowled and

she

are you doing

What is it?" Gina asked, turning toward

was quiet, clearly

was not concerned, she spoke albeit reluctantly, "Do you

at Peter, and then at Cindy even as a foreboding sensation started to gnaw on her.

is building a highway, and it'll be passing near that very same plot of land!"

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