Frank nodded and changed into another jacket before getting into Vicky’s car.

The Fieldens were actually not a particularly important family. Paul Fielden, the family head, was a venture capitalist.

His family had fallen on hard times and their numbers were dwindling, but they retained many treasures from their more illustrious predecessors.

The drakeroot was naturally one of them.

Vicky, who had partnered with him before, rode shotgun to call Paul ahead of time.

“Hello, Mr. Fielden? It’s Vicky.” She laughed as she made small talk with Paul before getting to the point. “So, I was wondering if you’re at home? I would like to visit today.”

Paul was absolutely stunned on the other end.

The Turnbulls had certainly been making waves in Riverton recently, and their heiress was actually making time to visit him?

wanted something, he

thought, he said, “Of course you’re welcome

now, so you can go straight there. I’m on my way home myself—see

you,” Vicky exclaimed and

the Fieldens’ residence soon enough, and Vicky rang the

Ding-dong…

even after a long while, and

hell is Paul playing at? Didn’t he say his wife is

shrugged. “Maybe

just wait for a bit.” Vicky sighed exasperatedly as she pressed the doorbell again, since she had something important to do and could not leave whether Mrs. Fielden was in or

was fine

and a woman dressed in a thin sleeping

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