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Cram had managed to hoard a considerable sum thanks to his womanizing and was hoping his son could take up the mantle.Naturally, with the Rejuvenation Pill selling like hot cakes and the discovery that Helen's ex-husband was the one who invented it, Cram tasked his son with getting the recipe from Helen.That went south too."Look, Dad—Helen has no influence over Frank anyway," Zeb said awkwardly. "And she's very careful, saying she'd only consider investments after her grandfather's birthday…"Cram thought about it. "Then work on Henry instead, and get the recipe soon.""I know…" Zeb sighed—it seemed that he had to attend Henry's birthday party.-Meanwhile, Frank drove to Riverton's antique bazaar after his training for the day—he would never forget Henry's birthday, and he certainly regarded the occasion with importance.Henry always had a passion for antiques, which was why Frank had decided to choose one instead of having Trevor do it.However, he only found counterfeits

Frank nodded. "I do. Now show me your badge—I'd like to see what government department actually runs a protection racket.""Badge?" Dee frowned.He did not have a badge and certainly did not belong to any department—he simply brought a bunch of goons around to build a protection racket."Give it a rest!" he snapped at Frank. "Pay up, or I'll make you!"Frank shrugged. "I'm not paying if I don't see a badge.""Shit, I gave you a chance." Dee did not want to waste his breath either. "Get him!"At his order, his goons rushed at Frank.The crowd around them cleared the way, while the stall owners hurriedly moved their merchandise further back in case they became collateral.Frank, however, watched in disdain at the goons rushing at him. He raised his palm, striking the first to reach him on the chin and sending him flying over ten feet! The other three goons pale and traded glances but charged at Frank at once.Frank did not even move his feet as he slapped each of them once i

Zeb was left seeing stars from Tidus' slap.He was certainly fuming, but he had to hold his tongue as he glanced at Wes, who stood right beside Tidus.Dee was actually furious too. "What?! You tricked me! Sir, he lied to me!""Shut it." Tidus shot Dee a glare, and he promptly kept quiet.Zeb then stammered, "It's all my fault… It's just a misunderstanding, so let's just forget about it.""Forget about it?" Tidus asked icily. "After you slandered my friend? Apologize!""What?" Zeb was stunned. "Me, apologize?!"He was the heir of a rich family and owned a company! It made no sense for him to apologize to some gigolo!"Do you have something to say about that?" Tidus barked.At the same time, Wes started to walk toward Zeb.Zeb was left gritting his teeth—it was certainly going to be either an apology or a painful beating!"N-Nothing," he said, bracing himself as he walked up to Frank and muttered unhappily, "S-Sorry."Frank chuckled coolly. "What was that?""Don't push it, F

Frank shook his head. "There's still some time before that, so they haven't decided on a place.""Really?" Gerald exclaimed. "In that case, why not choose Riverton Hotel? It's a place of high standards—Mr. Lane would definitely like it."Riverton Hotel was a go-to venue for guests from out of town and large-scale banquets.While there usually was a two-month waiting list for everything, it was unnecessary if Gerald pulled some strings.Frank sighed. "Maybe next time, Mr. Simmons. I'm not in charge anyway—it's the Lane family.""Oh… Sure."They made more small talk with Tidus all the way until the evening, when Frank excused himself.After sending off Frank, Gerald quickly called Vicky. "Ms. Turnbull, were you aware that Frank is celebrating his grandfather's birthday?""What? I didn't even know he had a grandfather," Vicky replied, perplexed."Oh, I mean Henry Lane, his ex-grandfather in-law, not his actual grandfather.""Oh!" Vicky exclaimed in understanding—Frank was always

Looking around at everyone confidently, Helen snapped, "So? What are we spacing around for? Send out invitations to everyone already—tell them that Grandfather's birthday will be celebrated at Riverton Hotel!"-Henry's birthday banquet was held a few days late. The staff was especially enthusiastic thanks to Gerald, who spared no expense and asked only for the best, and his arrangements.Helen wore a black dress with a slit that kept her legs vaguely visible, as she stood at the hallway to greet guests.Even those who were usually lukewarm toward the Lanes were now taking them seriously, since not just anyone got to book a hall at Riverton Hotel.A balding middle-aged man strode toward Helen with a present in hand. "You really play your cards close to the chest, Ms. Lane. Could've told me sooner that you're throwing a real party here.""Thank you, Mr. Voor, but it's all courtesy of Gerald Simmons." Helen smiled, letting slip of her family's connection with the Chief of General A