Clarity then slid a note to Frank, and the little piece of paper carried her distinct perfume too.

"Here's the address," she said. "Go there and see for yourself, though it depends on your ability whether you find what you need."

"Why are you helping me?" Frank asked, glaring coldly and skeptical that she had really taken a liking to him.

"Oh, why won't you believe me? I've been in love with you for the longest time," Clarity giggled bewitchingly. "Naturally, I might have favors to ask in the future... So you can consider this my investment, Mr. Lawrence. Think of it as just owing me one."

Frank stayed silent for a while before asking flatly in return, "Are you so sure I'll return the favor?"

"Hehe. You're a man of your word, handsome. I know that better than anyone."

"Hmm. In that case..."

Frank picked up the glass of wine and chugged it. "I'll owe you a favor and return it some other day!"

nice man. Be careful, Vicky Turnbull... I can

Waver Street, Jet and

Ms. Turnbull is, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank nodded and passed

the address was not far from where

the Lionhearts were framing Walter Turnbull there. Comb

said. "She might already be in

about Frank and volunteering himself instead.

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