After a while, Lydia returned with two contracts.


    Frank quickly signed them and had his card swiped for payment.


    Once the paperwork was done, Lydia handed them the car keys while asking, “Are you going to drive


    the car, or shall we deliver them to your residence?”


    “I’ll drive.”


    “Okay. Shall we get the cars now, Mr. Lawrence?”


    Frank nodded and had Je along as Lydia led them to the warehouse.


    As they arrived, an E–ss Mercedes stopped beside them, with Mr. Lambert and Marian alighting.


    Frank nced at them, and saw that Marian’s clothes were a mess even as she wrapped her hands


    around Mr. Lambert’s arm.


    “It’s good, right?” she purred. “Shall we sign the sales contract right away?”


    Mr. Lambert, however, remained hesitant for a long while. “Yeah. It’s good, but it just falls short of my


    expectations. I think I’ll check out the others…”


    Marian was left staring at him. “The others? Well, if you don’t like Mercedes, we have. Maybachs too…”


    Mr. Lambert merely peered at one for a moment and decided against it. “Actually, I’m busy. I’lle


    talk to you some other day.”


    And with that, he left in a hurry.


    “Mr. Lambert! How could you do this to me…” Marian was left seething–the man had his fun, and then


    refused to pay up?!


    He had swindled her, in and simple!


    Still, Marian noticed Frank staring at her just then and promptly took it out on him. “What are you


    looking at? Haven’t you seen a pretty face before?”


    Frank snorted and shook her head, while Lydia quickly said, “Here’s your Maybach, Mr. Lawrence.‘


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    “What?!” Marian was bbergasted right then–the buster could afford a Maybach?! Was Lydia joking?!


    She promptly turned to Lydia, “Don’t get tricked, girlie. You’d be taken for a ride.”


    “Get tricked?” Lydia simply smiled. “But Mr. Lawrence has already paid for the cars.”


    She certainly had nothing to worry about when she was penniless herself.


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    Hence, Marian was left staring as Frank got into the Maybach, never expecting that the young couple


    whom she belittled bought the most expensive model.


    “Lydia, have they signed the contract?”


    “Of course,” Lydia nodded. “Thank you for passing them to me, or I’d never have made any sales.”


    Marian almost choked, though she had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear with it.


    After Frank passed J the key to the other Maybach, they drove out of the warehouse and went


    their separate ways.


    Frank returned to his hilltop mansion in Skywater Bay in the evening and took out the Myriad Hued


    Snow Lotus to cultivate it.


    He did so for the next forty–eight hours, undisturbed as his form improved to the next level.


    When he opened his eyes again, his vigor manifested into a spiral that absorbed all the natural


    energies around him.


    At that point forth, his body was constantly refining itself, while his senses reached its maximum


    potential–he could hear a conversation clearly even from upstairs.


    He took out Noel York’s card just then and called the number.


    Noel soon answered. “Hello. Who is it?”


    “Ms. York, I’m Frank Lawrence,” Frank replied. “We met before at Hoff Hotel.”