Frank frowned—was Sylvia not being too impolite here?

Beside him, Vicky was furious. “What the hell is wrong with her? Isn’t she disrespecting us too much here?”

Frank sighed lengthily, but there was nothing he could do either.

They continued waiting outside the door, and it was fortunate that Paul soon returned.

He alighted, wearing a suit, recognizing Vicky right away and smiling as he greeted her, “Long time no see, Ms. Turnbull. I’m so glad that you’d spare time to visit my humble home.”

“You’re exaggerating.” Vicky smiled.

Paul then noticed Frank and asked in curiosity, “And this gentleman would be…?”

“Frank Lawrence,” Vicky quickly said. “He’s a consultant and shareholder to my company, Grande Pharma.”

Paul was actually surprised.

when they were partners before Vicky fell sick, he had grown

seal of approval was definitely

Lawrence,” he

“Likewise.”

asking in curiosity, “So. What are you both

quickly coming to mind. “We’ve just

still willing to

come on in,” Paul quickly

a baseball jersey, almost

What are you doing here?” Paul exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you said you had dance lessons

was taken aback. “Oh, uh. It was

as he explained,

and would stay over from time to

Stanley and said, “Go get your cousin, Stanley. Tell her we

Stanley stammered as he

however, was frowning, his eyes never

Sylvia came downstairs, having changed into something formal instead of her

Turnbull, Mr. Lawrence. This is my wife, Sylvia. She used to be

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