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

away his phone and took a cab to the coastal mansion

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

up to the grand red gates of the manor and approached one of

sentries were

soldiers and not your usual security guards. Even

Quill was an important

man of I stature would have made plenty of

he approached one of the sentires. "I'm

"Frank Lawrence...?"

glances at Frank's words, but

for anyone to nose around as they like. Please leave if you don't have any

were quite polite, Frank had actually

is my maternal grandfather, and I'm sure

before murmuring, "Frank Lawrence? Actually,

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