With Trevor’s case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet


    hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.


    That was when Sean said with a scowl, “Don’t worry. That good–for–nothing is just Vicky’s gigolo,


    but


    my father actually is her grandfather’s associate. I’m sure the man would understand with just a phone


    call.”


    Gina finally remembered that he was there too. “Oh, Mr. Wesley! You reallye through for us when


    it matters!”


    Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. “Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time.”


    She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank–the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings ‘


    future!


    Sean whipped out his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the


    head of his household.


    “What is it? Why are you calling thiste?” James growled.


    Sean promptly pleaded, “Dad, could you ask George Turnbull to give my friend a project?”


    “What?!” James promptly snapped. “Have you lost your mind?! What even gave you the idea that I can


    speak up in that man’s presence?! Even if I was allowed an audience, do you think I’m even capable of


    changing his mind?! Just suck up to Ms. Turnbull already. Everything else is pointless!”


    And with that, he hung up, leaving Sean scratching his head exasperatedly.


    He started to head back, wondering how he would exin this to Helen.


    He had been ying the long game but had yet to sleep with her–there was no way he could give up


    now!


    Gina saw him hang up and promptly asked, “How did it go, Mr. Wesley? What did your father say?”


    Sean avoided her gaze but forced a smile and braced herself as he said, “Don’t worry. My father has


    already agreed to it–he’s probably calling Mr. Turnbull as we speak.”


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    Gina breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Phew… That’s great!”


    Helen was relieved too and told Sean solemnly, “Thank you so much, Mr. Wesley.”


    Sean chuckled cheerfully. “Come on, don’t say that.”


    Meanwhile, Vicky and Frank had headed upstairs to a private room, where she poured him a ss of


    wine.


    “Mr. Lawrence, you don’t mind me acting on my own volition, do you?” she asked.


    Frank was seated cross–legged as he replied tly, “I actually thought you were holding back.”


    “Then I’ll remember not to hold back next time,” Vicky said with a giggle. “I presume you’ve heard about


    the West City project?”


    Frank nodded. “I have.”


    After all, Trevor would report Helen’s every move to him, and they had secured that project while they


    were still business partners. 1


    Vicky brough up a long, narrow wooden box just then.


    “Your ex–wife actually met my father and gave us this–a 100–year panacea cap. She really wanted that


    project, but my father didn’t know she was your ex–wife. Just say the word, and I’ll have them all kicked


    out of this banquet hall.”


    Frank frowned in thought, and asked, “Who would’ve been given the project before this?”


    “Trevor, of course,” Vicky admitted. “But he’s turning down Riverton projects now. As for Lane Holdings,


    they are actually a suitable candidate despite being a new enterprise, since they worked with Trevor


    before and gained experience as well as ability.”


    Now, the fate of Lane Holdings all depended on what Frank would say!