Novel Sweet
Chapter 29
Vicky was reading some documents in Turnbull Villa when she paused because of Helen’s words.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
Helen promptly told Vicky everything that happened earlier and pleaded, “Please, Ms. Turnbull.
You’re the only one who can save Frank now.”
Vicky simply narrowed her eyes, her fair fingers rubbing her chin pensively for a while.
Eventually, she asked, “Frank’s in trouble because he saved you. And you’re coming to me instead of helping him? Don’t you think you’re out of line?”
Helen was left speechless but tried again. “I know the trouble started because of me, but I really don’t have what it takes to help him…“.
“And how’s that my fault?”
That left Helen stumped. “A–Are you just going to let Frank die?”
“How’s that my business?” Vicky asked nonchalantly.
“What… Alright, if you don’t want to help. Fine!” Helen snapped and hung up exasperatedly.
On the other end, Yara asked Helen gingerly, “Ms. Turnbull, are we really not going to help Frank?” 1
Despite Frank’s arrogance, Yara had a good impression of Frank after he taught her his improved version of the Boltsmacker. She certainly did not hope that he would end up dead at the hands of some thug… 1
Vicky scowled. “Of course I do. But Helen Lane had the audacity to tell me what to do–why should I play to her tune?”
Yara understood right then–while Vicky was keen to help Frank, she really despised Helen. “Well, what should we do?”
Vicky mused to herself for a while. “Make a run for me, Yara–but don’t say that it’s me.‘
“Got it.” Yara nodded in understanding and left the room.
Meanwhile, Gina was scoffing since Helen’s request for help proved fruitless. “What did I tell you? Frank’s just a dog to Vicky Turnbull–she’s the heiress of an important family. There’s no way she would mess with Leo Grayson for his sake.”
Helen simply stayed silent and balled her fists.
She then got up and put on her coat, while Gina quickly asked, “Where are you going?!”
“Skymex Club,” Helen replied, determined. “I’ll try to save Frank.”
Vicky was reading some documents in Turnbull Villa when she paused because of Helen’s words.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
Helen promptly told Vicky everything that happened earlier and pleaded, “Please, Ms. Turnbull. You’re the only one who can save Frank now.”
Vicky simply narrowed her eyes, her fair fingers rubbing her chin pensively for a while.
Eventually, she asked, “Frank’s in trouble because he saved you. And you’re coming to me instead of helping him? Don’t you think you’re out of line?”
Helen was left speechless but tried again. “I know the trouble started because of me, but I really don’t have what it takes to help him…“·
“And how’s that my fault?”
That left Helen stumped. “A–Are you just going to let Frank die?”
“How’s that my business?” Vicky asked nonchalantly.
“What… Alright, if you don’t want to help. Fine!” Helen snapped and hung up exasperatedly.
On the other end, Yara asked Helen gingerly, “Ms. Turnbull, are we really not going to help Frank?” 1
Despite Frank’s arrogance, Yara had a good impression of Frank after he taught her his improved version of the Boltsmacker. She certainly did not hope that he would end up dead at the hands of some thug… 1
Vicky scowled. “Of course I do. But Helen Lane had the audacity to tell me what to do–why should I play to her tune?”
Yara understood right then–while Vicky was keen to help Frank, she really despised Helen. “Well, what should we do?”
Vicky mused to herself for a while. “Make a run for me, Yara–but don’t say that it’s me.”
“Got it.” Yara nodded in understanding and left the room.
Meanwhile, Gina was scoffing since Helen’s request for help proved fruitless. “What did I tell you? Frank’s just a dog to Vicky Turnbull–she’s the heiress of an important family. There’s no way she would
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Helen simply stayed silent and balled her fists.
She then got up and put on her coat, while Gina quickly asked, “Where are you going?!”
“Skymex Club,” Helen replied, determined. “I’ll try to save Frank.”
Gina promptly stopped her. “What?! Do you have a death wish?!”
“Leo Grayson told me to go,” Helen snapped angrily. “Do you think he’d spare us if I don’t go?”
“Oh…” Gina stepped aside right then, her gaze evasive the instant she heard it was Leo’s demand.
Helen shot her a look and said, “If I don’t make it back today, you have to straighten out Peter–stop him from messing around at bars and nightclubs. And consult Grandpa if there’s problems with Lane Holdings.”
Her words sounded like a will, and that left Gina spooked. “Helen…”
Nonetheless, Helen did not look back as she strode out of the manor, got into her car, and told the chauffeur, “Skymex Club, please.”
At the penthouse suit of Verdant Hotel, Frank was unpacking his medicinal ingredients.
However, before he could start brewing the pill he wanted, he got a call from Trevor.
“Yeah?”
“We have a problem, Mr. Lawrence. Helen just left for Skymex Club.”
In the three years Frank was Helen’s partner, he had arranged for plenty of people to be by Helen’s side, both to ensure her safety and to keep an eye on her.
Even if Helen had divorced Frank, those people were still with Helen, and Trevor reported to Frank the instant he got word that Helen was heading to Skymex Club.
“What?!” Frank was stunned. “Is she an idiot? Giving herself up to Leo Grayson and at his turf no less!