The receptionist recognized Helen right away and approached her respectfully. “Good day, Ms. Lane.


    Please wait a moment–the manager is with a client.”


    “Oh. Then we will wait,” Helen said. It was only reasonable since anyone to whom Kurt would offer


    personal service was not your average Joe.


    Still, she was also curious since it might be some bigwig,


    After the receptionist led them to the lounge, Frank soon stepped outside after his ount was set up.


    Helen did a double take when she saw him. “What are you doing here, Frank?”


    Frank stared at the trio and said calmly, “I was just making a deposit. What about you?”


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    “Mr. Marsh needs ten million for his business,” Helen exined. “I’m here to make the transfer for a


    loan.”


    Frank’s eyes narrowed as he turned toward Greg. “You’re lending him money?”


    The man was a total liar andpletely unreliable–Helen really might not get her money back.


    On the other hand, Gina sprang to her feet, scowling as soon as she saw Frank. “Who do you think you


    are, beating up my son? You’re such an ingrate, freeloading off my house for three years, and you’re


    badmouthing him when he finally got a good job?!”


    “Calm down, Mom.” Helen promptly caught her.


    “How can I stay calm?!” Gina snapped viciously.


    Frank rolled his eyes in turn. “Stop trying to me me for everything. A piece of shit like Peter,


    bing Ms. Turnbull’s personal consultant? Dream on.”


    Greg growled coolly right then, “I had an agreement with Ms. Turnbull. Why else would she fire Peter


    for no reason? You must have ndered him!”


    Helen pursed her lips and turned toward Frank. “Did you?”


    Frank could see from her eyes that she was clearly skeptical and asked in return, “Do you think I’m that


    sort of person?”


    Helen lowered her head hesitantly–in her mind, he certainly was not.


    “Then what happened?” she muttered.


    Frank wheeled on Greg. “Ask him!”


    Greg made an innocent face./’What does that have to do with me?”


    Frank snorted. “You’ve really nned it all out, haven’t you? Telling Ms. Turnbull that Peter is Dan


    Zimmer’s grandson–inw, and then telling Mr. Zimmer that Peter is Ms. Turnbull’s personal


    consultant? Such a shame that Ms. Turnbull found out he’s neither, and she’s really upset with your


    lies.”


    “What?!” Greg’s face paled right then.


    However, despite being worried that Vicky woulde for him, he still lied defiantly. ‘ Everything I said


    was the truth! It would’ve been a sess if you didn’t mess it up!” Gina furiously grabbed Frank’s arm


    right then. “Apologize to my son right now.”


    Frank frowned. “Let go.”


    Apologize to Peter? Dream on!


    “What, do you think you will get off scot–free?! Is my family dead to you?!” Gina snapped fearlessly,


    since she always thought Frank worthless.


    Not bothered to argue, Frank flung her away, sending her mming into Greg’s arms. “Oof-”


    “Are you alright, Gina?”


    “Mom…”


    Nheless, Gina wheeled on Frank again as she screamed furiously, “Greg, beat him up! Do


    it for Peter! And don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for anything that happens!”


    Greg turned toward Frank and promptly saw the icy re in his eyes.