Looking around at everyone confidently, Helen snapped, “So? What are we spacing around for? Send


    out invitations to everyone already–tell them that Grandfather’s birthday will be celebrated at Riverton


    Hotel!”


    Henry’s birthday banquet was held a few dayste. The staff was especially enthusiastic thanks to


    Gerald, who spared no expense and asked only for the best, and his arrangements. Helen wore a


    ck dress with a slit that kept her legs vaguely visible, as she stood at the hallway to greet guests.


    Even those who were usually lukewarm toward the Lanes were now taking them seriously, since not


    just anyone got to book a hall at Riverton Hotel.


    A balding middle–aged man strode toward Helen with a present in hand. “You really y your cards


    close to the chest, Ms. Lane, Could’ve told me sooner that you’re throwing a real party here.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Voor, but it’s all courtesy of Gerald Simmons.” Helen smiled, letting slip of her family’s


    connection with the Chief of General Affairs.


    Mr. Voor became even more polite at that. “I knew you were something special, Ms. Lane–you were


    right to get a divorce. Just give me a shout if you want to marry again, and I promise I’ll get you a


    young, handsome stud.”


    Helen smiled awkwardly. “I’ll hold you to that.”


    “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll visit Mr. Lane now.”


    As the balding man headed inside the hall, Zeb soon arrived, present in hand with a big smile. His eyes


    lit up when he saw Helen’s dress, surprised that her upkeep was so perfect–he had not noticed until


    now!


    “Congrattions, Helen. It seems you and Gerald Simmons are close, with you getting his help to put


    this together,” Zeb said.


    He definitely underestimated Helen before–she actually knew the Chief of General Affairs! Helen


    smiled. “It’s all thanks to you.”


    “Eh? Why?” Zeb asked in curiosity.


    Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Helen said gratefully, “For talking to Mr. Simmons on my behalf, of course. My grandfather would never


    have had such privilege otherwise.”


    “Oh… Hahaha!” Zebughed out loud–she actually thought he did this for her? If only he had that much


    authority!


    Still, he was not about to miss out on a chance to earn Helen’s favor. “Come on, Helen. Let’s get to


    know each other even better–you just need to ask if you need my help with anything.” However, Helen


    was staring at the elevator, and Zeb followed her gaze to find Frank stepping out with a painting.


    Her expression impassive, Helen walked up and asked, “What are you doing here, Frank?”


    “What, can’t I attend Gramps‘ birthday party?” Frank asked tly.


    “No, that’s not what I mean…” Helen quickly threw up her hands.