"Quit being so pessimistic, or I'd really be discouraged."

Frank snorted but stood up. "Come on already. I have nothing else to do anyway!"

"You're the best brat ever!"

Sylvie strode up and pecked him on the cheek, smiling cheerfully and unabashedly. "I have a huge reward waiting after we're done."

Frank smiled but said nothing, since he knew very well what it was.

Nonetheless, they were in Shanton two hours later, passing the police line and arriving at the dig site soon enough.

The dig team had been waiting for a while, their scowls quickly fading as they appeared hopeful to see Frank.

Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Frankton's here! This is as good as done, just watch!"

Another person promptly snapped, "Are you serious?! Do you think he can keep the hypogeum intact while the load-bearing structures are being set up?"

stare at the youth named Ernest Lane, the son of the construction

was any work, only to be scared shitless when he heard that the hypogeum needed new load-bearing

laugh from

see who it could be... only

we just might let you stay here. Insult my kid again, and I'll complain to the higher-ups about your sloppy

and were not local on top of that. As they were not that knowledgeable, they had

to save time and cost, they bent some rules,

deflated, he did not dare

go in. For now, we'll be assessing the

"Okay!"

about things, Frank was more knowledgeable, so Sylvie was

into the hypogeum, a pungent

the stench of

place should be airtight," Sylvie murmured in confusion. "How

not

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255