J flinched, surprised by Gina’s sudden outburst and wondering what Frank had ever done to the


    woman.


    Gina’s face was contorted with rage, but she quickly smiled after her outburst when she realized J


    was still there.


    “Sorry, Ms. Zimmer,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to shout. You probably wouldn’t know, but Frank


    Lawrence was my daughter’s ex–husband, and he’s been freeloading off our family for three years.


    He’s a lowlife, bringing nothing to the family while Helen paid for everything.”


    J raised a brow but nodded. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Lane. I promise not to tell him.”


    At the same time, she thought to herself that Frank definitely showed foresight, telling her not to tell the


    Lanes that he was the one who made the ointment. Otherwise, Gina would have thrown it away.


    Henry cleared his throat just then and shot Gina a re. “Frank is not as bad as you make him out to


    be.”


    “That’s enough–you really should stop defending him now.” Gina rolled her eyes. “Was what I said not


    the truth?”


    Suddenly, Peter stepped forward, staring at J lecherously as he asked, “Ms. Zimmer, do you have


    a boyfriend?”


    “Uh… no,” J replied in reflex, regretting it right then.


    Delighted, Peter promptly whipped out his phone. “Let’s add each other on Facebook. We can go


    shopping when you’re free!”


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    Gina quickly nodded. “Yes, You young ‘uns definitely flock together.”


    “S–Sure…” J replied with an awkward look.


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    She really did not want to add Peter on Facebook but could not say no in front of the Lanes.


    As she took out her phone to add Peter, Henry was frowning.


    It was good if his grandson could marry Dan’s granddaughter, but Henry knew all too well what his


    grandson was like, not to mention that it was apletely different matter whether J was


    interested!


    “Why don’t you stay for lunch, J?” Gina offered enthusiastically just then,


    cook some of my best dishes for you.”


    J promptly waved her off. “Thank you, but I still have things to do—I’m just here to deliver the


    ointment. I’ll be going now.”


    Gina kicked her son, who caught his cue


    As J quickly left the drawing room, and gave chase, “I’ll walk with you, Ms. Zimmer.”


    J certainly did not want that and quickly said, “No, I’m actually driving.”


    “Then let’s keep in touch on Facebook,” Peter said relentlessly.


    “Oh, sure…” J nodded half–heartedly and did not hesitate to floor the gas pedal as soon as she got


    into her car.


    It was not until Lane Manor was out of sight that she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.


    eady in his twenties! Aren’t you worried?” Gina snapped, rolling her eyes.