"Urgh..."

Helen had calmed down but snorted as Frank was flashing her a cheeky smile. "Yeah, yeah. You did good, getting us another company. But you're the one who just threw it at us without needing to do anything while any problems would fall back on me! Do you think I can deal with two major companies at the same time?"

"Well, you know what they say-those who can are always busy. That's my girl for you-she's always amazing." Frank shrugged, confirming that he would be goofing off.

Helen rolled her eyes at him, exasperated.

Vicky Turnbull called in the afternoon, teasing, "Did you know that you're on the news? Sliding down a falling building... That's so cool. Still, something's lacking-you should've been holding a babe like Helen in your arms while you did so."

"Ahem..." Frank rubbed his nose awkwardly. "Stop teasing me. Why did you call me?"

"Oh, it's nothing important." Vicky smiled. "I heard you're acquainted with Gene Pearce?"

"I guess. What, is something up?" Frank raised a brow.

"Yeah. He's organizing a charity auction after recovering from his illness, inviting many bigwigs of the east coast, and it will be held in Zamri."

"A charity auction?"

double take. "I

It's next week, so I guess he

"Since you know Gene Pearce, that makes things simple-send my best regards to him. He helped my parents establish a foothold in Riverton years ago." "Alright, I

spent time catching up later-Vicky's face

facial injury was not that serious, or it would take months for him to recover.

repeatedly on the table

it was a charity auction, he should bring something

told Helen that he would be

was a street in West Zamri called Blooming Junction, where various antiques ranging from paintings to porcelain objects were

he would buy some quality

collectors and sellers flocking together unboxing

another rule that Frank was aware of: on this street, the identification of

authenticity depended entirely on

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