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!"

leave, giggling. "Hehe... What a nice

left Waver Street, Jet and the other Turnbull blackguards rendezvoused

know where Ms. Turnbull is,

nodded and passed Jet

address was not

evidence that the Lionhearts were framing Walter Turnbull there. Comb through it, and you'll find something."

Frank said. "She might

clearly concerned about Frank and volunteering himself instead. "The blackguards and myself

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