Inside Riverton Bank, Kurt gave Greg a kick in the rump. “Still alive? When are you going to pay up!”


    “Two days! In two days, Mr. Marsh!” Greg shed an apologetic smile as he rubbed his hip. “I need you


    to do me a favor today, though…”


    “You want me to help you?!” Kurt snapped. “Just pay up already, or yourpany will be shut down!”


    “No, you see–just help me this one time, and I can pay my five million dor loan right away!


    Kurt did a double take. “What?”


    “That pretty face just now?” Greg chuckled. “She’s the head of Lane Holdings and just agreed to


    transfer ten million into my ount. That’s my loan paid without breaking a sweat.”


    Kurt studied him skeptically. “I’m surprised you’re able to con the girl.”


    Greg patted his hip as he smiled. “All thanks to my nice pair of hips–I have her mom all sewn up.


    What’s some paltry cash after all that?”


    Kurt became thoughtful. “If I recall, her name is Helen Lane, right? She’s partners with the Turnbulls.


    You really should be careful about swindling here.”


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Costner. I know what I’m doing.” Greg patted his chest confidently. “I told them I’m


    using the money to buy shares. Just don’t let it slip when the timees.”


    If anything, Kurt already knew Greg’s tricks by heart–he must have told Gina that he was partnered


    with Timmy Yates, when in reality he would not even get a word in.


    Gina was certainly not his first victim.


    Soon, Helen and Gina returned, and Kurt handily transferred ten million dors from Helen’s


    ount.


    However, he took five million for himself before sending the remainder to Greg, who was left


    speechless staring at his ount bnce.


    Honestly, was Kurt that sure he would not pay up?


    Once everything was done, Helen said, “I still have work to do, so I’ll be going now.‘


    “Of course, Helen. You go do that,” Greg told her cheerfully. “I’ll pay you back in a month.”


    As he stepped outside with Gina, she asked, “Have you gotten the money, Greg?”


    “Yes, don’t worry,” Greg replied.


    “Then get things sorted out at work soon. Let’s get married as early as we can.”


    Greg nodded repeatedly, “Don’t worry–I’ve already been checking things out. Anyway, I need to go to


    my officeter, so I’m going now.”


    Gina was certainly reluctant to see him go.


    On the other hand, Greg breathed a huge sigh of relief and drove straight to Sweet Creek Club, intent


    on enjoying himself!


    Once Frank returned to Verdant Hotel, he told the security officers on the top floor, “No one is to enter


    my room for the next 48 hours.”


    “What if Ms. Turnbull visits?” one of them asked.


    They might have every reason to follow Frank’s orders, but Vicky was still their boss.


    Frank thought about it. “If shees, tell her that I’m cultivating in confinement and mustn’t be


    disturbed. She’d get it.”


    “Yes, Mr. Lawrence. We will make sure no one disturbs you.”


    Frank nodded and headed inside the room, assuming a meditative posture as he burned away the


    Snowshade from the inside.


    His vigor was far stronger than the potency of the poison, and he could slowly refine and consume it


    without an Ichor Pill.


    The molecules of the poison were soon vaporized and condensed into droplets outside him, leaving his


    body damp.


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    He sat without moving an inch until the next evening, when Yara hurried to the penthouse urgently, a


    hotel card in hand as she started to open the door…