Frank nodded. "You're right, debts must be paid-so tell me, how much does she owe?"

"Five hundred grand!"

"Fine. What's your account number?"

The burly men were left trading glances, and the bald leader asked, "Wait, are you paying for her?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Frank asked in return, having taken out his phone.

"Good, as long as someone pays up!"

The bald leader gave Frank an account number, and he wired the money without another word.

Seeing the notification of the transfer, the bald leader was suddenly fawning all over Frank. "The name's Caleb Godot. I have some influence around these parts, and I'm what you call a financier. Just call me anytime you need some cash!"

not push his luck although Frank did

she quickly opened the door for him when she saw

good egg, boy! Come on in!"

them tea after they went in and took their seats, asking gingerly, "What's

to find out what he's doing

ended up bailing, while I got screwed over. I'd really rather not talk about him if I can!" Frank nodded. "That's understandable. But I don't know where he is

shook her head.

where he is... but I remember hearing some noise next door couple of days ago, when I was just coming back. I didn't go in for a look, but I bet

you

Frank left with Lara

Whitney Chandler, who was just munching on some sweets outside

"Hey, handsome! I

was short-lived, however, as she was left staring at the lofty beauty who aligned

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