Frank cleared his throat. “I’m coming downstairs. I have no ties with Helen now, but I have an obligation to protect you as your bodyguard.” “Stubborn, aren’t you?” Vicky growled through her teeth.

Frank soon arrived downstairs, where Vicky and Yara had been waiting for a while.

After they got into the car, Vicky smiled and asked, “Do you think Helen would come?” Frank did the math.

Helen would have received his ointment yesterday, so her face would have recovered by now.

“Yeah,” he said.

construction site in West City, which was decorated grandly with

in the festivities, breathing life to the otherwise barren

“I’ll pass–I hate small talk. Bring Yara with

a quiet place, when he suddenly spotted a familiar

Wesley with an arm around a curvaceous young model dressed in a gown with a plunging

saw Frank, he strode over smugly. “Oh, if

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