Greg probably did not mention to Dan who the groom–to–be would be, which exined why Dan was


    livid yesterday.


    Even Frank must admit that he was impressed with the way Greg pulled the wool over everyone’s


    eyes. Still, while most would be tricked, it was a pity for Greg that Dan was acquainted with Henry Lane


    and actually knew what Peter was like.


    “If Vicky knew that Greg was introducing you, she’d probably kill you,” Frank said.


    “Shut the fuck up!” Peter snapped, pointing him in the nose. “Vicky agreed to give me a job! You’re just


    jealous!”


    “That’s because you’re supposed to be Dan Zimmer’s grandson–inw,” Frank replied,


    shaking his head exasperatedly. “Are you?”


    “Piece of… So what if I wasn’t? I have what it takes!” Peter bellowed angrily.


    Frank was certainly not bothered to keep dissuading Peter since thetter was being so stubborn.


    He then turned, heading inside the building.


    Not one to be outdone, Peter hurried after him, even slipping into the private elevator before him and


    keeping him outside.


    Frank frowned. “What are you doing?”


    “I’m going to the CEO’s office. What do you think you’re doing?”


    “I’m going too.”


    Peterughed. “A manwhore like you going to her office?! Quit embarrassing Ms. Turnbull!”


    Frank said coolly in turn, “I’d really suggest letting me in, or you’ll suffer for it.”


    Peter snorted in his face. “Who do you think you are, taking the same elevator as me? Fuck off!


    With that, he shut the door in Frank’s face, leaving him no choice but to take the employee elevator.


    Peter happily headed up to the top floor, where Vicky’s secretary received him. “Mr…?”


    “Peter Lane,” Peter said politely, “I’m here to see Ms. Turnbull before I start work as her personal


    consultant.”


    The secretary had already been informed and certainly did not drag her feet. “Please wait here, Mr.


    Lane. I’ll inform Ms. Turnbull right away.”


    As she turned and headed into Vicky’s office, Frank arrived on the top floor as well and strode right into


    Vicky’s office.


    Peter promptly barked, “What do you think you’re doing?”


    “I’m going to see Vicky.”


    “And you’re going straight in? Get in line!” Peter snapped.


    This was Grande Corp, not a love hotel–even if he was Vicky’s boytoy, he had to take a number too!


    Even Sean Wesley did back in the day whenever he visited Helen!


    While Peter was convinced that Vicky would be much more reserved with so many employees around,


    Frank simply rolled his eyes at him before striding inside Vicky’s office.


    “What…” Peter was speechless!


    That manwhore was really too much! How could Vicky tolerate him so much?!


    In her office, Vicky saw Frank and quickly said, “Perfect timing, Frank. Let’s go meet the man Greg


    Marsh introduced.”


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    Frank shrugged. “I’d advise you not to hold out too much hope.”


    Vicky’s heart skipped a beat at his words. “What does that mean?”


    Frank actually did not know where to begin. “You should take a look yourself.”


    Vicky was utterly confused but hurried outside.


    Once Peter saw her, he promptly hurried to her, suddenly humble. “Ah, Ms. Turnbull…”