Cram had managed to hoard a considerable sum thanks to his womanizing and was hoping his son could take up the mantle.

Naturally, with the Rejuvenation Pill selling like hot cakes and the discovery that Helen’s ex- husband was the one who invented it, Cram tasked his son with getting the recipe from Helen.

That went south too.

“Look, Dad–Helen has no influence over Frank anyway,” Zeb said awkwardly.

“And she’s very careful, saying she’d only consider investments after her grandfather’s birthday…”

get the recipe soon.” “I know…” Zeb sighed–it seemed that he

bazaar–after his training for the day–he would never forget Henry’s birthday, and he certainly

was why Frank had decided to choose one instead of

everywhere after walking

was choosing a gift–surely he could not give

the scornful voice to find Zeb standing there, holding a porcelain vase which looked like it cost

of

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