As things tensed up between Sean and Frank, Frank’s cab arrived.
Sean did not make a move and smiled instead. “Be careful when you walk the streets at night, kiddo.”
Frank snorted in disdain. “I could say the same about you.”
“Fuck you,” Sean cursed as he drove off.
Meanwhile, Henrypletely ignored Gina and the rest after Frank left.
Gina approached Helen just then, “Dear, wasn’t Big Bright’s Lyndon McCoy sick too?”
Helen nodded. “Yeah. What about it?”
Big Bright was a distributor of construction materials, and Lane Holdings was always buying from them
with reasonable prices. Moreover, Lyndon was known to be a loyal, honest man.
Gina quickly said, “Since Mr. Wesley brought two Ichor Pills, there’s one left… Don’t you think the
McCoys would be indebted to you if you helped Lyndon? Bargaining would be so much easier after
that!”
Helen became pensive–her mother actually made sense.
With the West City projectmencing soon, Lane Holdings would need a huge supply of construction
materials, but they weren’t exactly rich.
As such, there was no harm in giving Lyndon the Ichor Pill if it would persuade him to offer some
rebate!
She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I should visit the McCoys when I have the time…”
“No–you should do it right now,” Gina urged. “I’lle with you too.”
Helen did not turn her away this time, since her suggestion actually worked to Lane Holdings‘ benefit.
They drove to McCoy’s residence. Seeing that it was the board chairperson of Lane Holdings, Ro-
Lyndon’s eldest son–led them to Lyndon’s study once they arrived.
After a while, the white–haired Lyndon arrived at the study with Ro’s assistance.
“Mr. McCoy,” Helen greeted him politely.
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“Oh, Mr. McCoy.” Gina was smiling cheerfully in contrast. “It’s only been a few days, but you look more
spirited than before.”
Lyndon waved her off dismissively. “No, I think this is it. I’ll be gone in days with the way my health’s
failing.”
Turning toward Helen, he asked curiously, “What brings you here today, Ms. Lane?”
Helen straightened as she said, “It’s about your condition, sir.”
“Hmm. My condition?” Lyndon became more curious.
Helen took out the remaining so–called Ichor Pill and put it on the table just then.
“Have you heard of the Ichor Pill, Mr. McCoy?” she then asked.
Lyndon gasped. “Could you be referring to the miracle pill which cured Gerald Simmons days ago?”
He had actually heard of it and would certainly pay for it. However, he was not important enough to
meet Gerald, just as she had no idea where he could get one–it was certainly not avable in
Riverton’s Flora Hall.
And yet, this kid brought one…
Helen nodded. “Indeed.”
Lyndon studied the little pill before him and asked, “Where did you get it, Ms. Lane?”
“Sean Wesley,” Gina quickly replied. “Helen’s grandfather was in critical condition, and Mr. Wesley
brought two for him. After Helen’s grandfather took one pill, he immediately recovered although he was
on the verge of dying.”
“I see.” Lyndon nodded thoughtfully.
Two Ichor Pills?
It seemed that Sean was really willing to pay through the nose for his infatuation toward Helen.
And with Sean’s reputation serving as a guarantee, Lyndon did not doubt the authenticity of the Ichor
Pill.