Peter, Gina, and Helen were actually curious about who Sean had just spotted.


    They looked as he headed over to therge group of people at the entrance, groveling like a humble


    ve.


    Gina paled. “W–Who on earth are those people?”


    Even Sean himself had to fawn over them!


    Helen soon narrowed her eyes.


    She did not recognize the rest save one–Norman Schmidt.


    “One of them is the chief of Riverton’smerce guild,” she said. “I don’t know the rest.”


    Peter looked utterly envious–when could he mingle with the bigwigs like Sean did?


    “Gosh,” he sighed. “He’s even on talking terms with the chief of Riverton’smerce guild…


    Amazing!”


    “Wow!” Gina eximed and turned toward Helen with a serious look. “He’s a special man, mingling


    with the likes of such bigwigs. See how far his influence extends? You have to win him over soon!”


    Helen was speechless. “Stop prying, Mom.”


    “Why? You’re already divorced.”


    “Enough. Let’s finish up here–I have to go back to the office soon.” Helen ignored Gina and started


    eating.


    Sean returned just then, and Gina promptly asked, “Mr. Wesley, who were those people?”


    Sean appeared somber. “That’s Tidus Simmons, Gerald Simmons‘ son. With him are the chief of


    Riverton’smerce guild and the master of Skyde Dojo, while the old man is the owner of Flora


    Hall. It seems that Gerald Simmons is suffering from a terrible affliction and hase to consult a


    miracle healer.”


    “Gosh,” Gina gasped in shock. “You actually know all of them, Mr. Wesley?”


    Sean scratched his head awkwardly–he knew none of them aside from Tidus.


    He would certainly like to get acquainted with the VVIPS of Riverton himself, but Tidus was too busy


    with his father’s situation and did not stop to introduce them.


    Even so, he was still smiling. “We’re just ordinary friends.”


    “That’s still impressive,” Peter said. “We don’t even know any of them–talk about broadening your


    horizons.”


    Helen, however, was frowning in thought. “Gerald Simmons is suffering from a terrible affliction?


    Even the head of Flora Hall couldn’t help? Then who are they consulting?”


    Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. But it seems that Dan Zimmer was helpless too.”


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    Helen’s eyes widened. “There’s someone so impressive in Riverton…?”


    Still, none of them dwelled on the issue.


    Meanwhile, Tidus and the others arrived outside the penthouse suite and knocked on the door again.


    “Come in,” Frank said from inside.


    Everyone filed inside to find Frank sitting on a rocking chair, basking in the sun leisurely.


    “Man’s really rxed,” Tidus growled through his teeth.


    “Mr. Lawrence?” Dan strode past him, greeting Frank. “Allow me to apologize on behalf of young Tidus


    if he had been rude. In fact, all of us are here to apologize–let us reconcile any differences, as we ask


    humbly that you save Mr. Simmons.”


    Frank slowly rose, chuckling as he stared at the procession. “Really? I thought you were all here to


    beat me up.”


    Danughed. “Surely you just. We’re all just worried about Gerald–please do help him.”


    Frank simply stood, keeping his hands sped behind his back. “That’s no issue, but why should I?


    Didn’t he say he didn’t need my help before?”


    “Oh…Well… ” Dan and the others traded nces.


    They had gone there thinking there was hope, only for Frank to drag them to the negotiation table.