Chapter 1837

Frank had finally and earnestly accepted Governor Quill as his maternal grandfather and could not help chuckling as he remembered how Governor Quill referred to his father as 'little shit'. He shook his head, not expecting that his father was the one who married into the Quill family instead.

In fact, the Lord of the Southern Woods had only reached where he currently was because of Frank's mother, who had most probably asked Governor Quill for a few favors!

It was certainly shocking to think that such an illustrious character was just another sugar baby...

"Eh?"

Frank frowned as he suddenly saw Helen Lane's face in his mind and muttered to himself, "Another? Wait, did I just lump myself with him?"

Still, it made sense now that he thought about it, since everyone else considered Frank to be living off Helen.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?" he muttered under his breath but soon dispelled the thoughts.

Governor Quill's text then arrived, giving him the address of Quill Manor, as well as directions to a port and his yacht's hull number.

wanted to, Frank could just go to said port to

took a cab to the

dumbstruck when he arrived, since Quill Manor occupied a good portion of the mansion district, and it was even more expansive than Turnbull Estate

up to the grand red gates of the manor

sentries

your usual

was

of I stature would have made plenty

of the sentires.

"Frank Lawrence...?"

traded glances at Frank's words, but all

this is no place for anyone to nose around as

quite polite, Frank had

I ask you to try again? Governor Quill is my maternal grandfather, and I'm sure my name might ring

before murmuring, "Frank Lawrence? Actually, your name does

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