Zeb appeared totally embarrassed -he was well aware that he did not know Gerald at all, let alone be


    recognized by his secretary!


    “Please don’t shout, Mrs. Lane!” He pulled Gina to make her sit.


    Gina, however, beamed at him. “Oh, why are you being so humble, Zeb?”


    Aron turned toward Zeb just then and muttered in confusion, “But I’ve never heard of him.”


    “What?”


    Gina, Cindy, Helen, and Peter were dumbfounded, while Gina quickly pressed, “Didn’t Mr. Simmons


    reserve this hall for Mr. Larkin?”


    “You’re kidding.” Aron snorted before turning to Frank, “Mr. Simmons only decided to make the


    reservation for Mr. Lawrence. Why else would Mr. Lawrence possess Mr. Simmons‘ privately owned


    painting?”


    Aron himself found out about that just this morning, though he did not ask questions despite his doubts.


    “What?!”


    Everyone was left dumbfounded again, staring at Frank in shock while Zeb was left humiliated.


    “I’ll be going now if there’s nothing else,” Aron said.


    “Please, Mr. Lynch. At least stay for a course or two,” Helen quickly said.


    Aron shook his head. “I’ll pass–I still have work to do, and I’m here just to deliver Mr.


    Simmons‘ present anyway. Best regards, Ms. Lane. Mr. Simmons does admire you.”


    While Helen walked with Aron to the exit, Henry was grinning smugly. “Like I said, a painting this good


    couldn’t be a fake.”


    Gina rolled her eyes but could not say a word despite her frustration.


    Meanwhile, right after Helen saw off Aron, representatives of the Turnbulls, the Quills, Trevor


    International, Skyde Dojo, and Flora Hall all arrived to offer Henry their best wishes.


    Helen and the rest of the Lanes were left gaping in confusion. In the past, a measlypany like Lane


    Holdings would never have been paid much attention.


    “When did Helen get so impressive?” someone whispered. “That’s a lot of bigwigs!”


    “I don’t know, but she’s plenty amazing, getting a huge project with the Turnbulls. And now, all the


    bigwigs are attending her grandfather’s birthday party!”


    Someone sighed. “If only I had a daughter like Helen Lane….”


    Helen was caught by surprise, but she was immediately on hand to greet the guests.


    Gina was even gloating smugly at Henry. “See that, old timer? So what if that lowlife was friends with


    some government official? Or are you saying all these bigwigs came under his invitation?”


    Henry did not say a word, while Frank chuckled. “I never told them, but it just goes to show how sincere


    they are.”


    “You can shove it,” Gina snapped. “They are here to see Henry, not you. Don’t you dare breathe a


    word.”


    As Helen led everyone to Henry, he shed a polite smile and greeted everyone, since he had seen his


    fair share of social events during his youth.


    Zeb was confused as to how Helen met those bigwigs as well and whispered to her, “You’re so


    amazing, knowing all these people… I mean, even Skyde Dojo?”


    “Huh…” Helen was actually puzzled too.


    She was not surprised with the Turnbulls‘ and Trevor’s friends visiting since they were partners.


    Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Likewise, she had also met the Quills before, but they were not close enough to warrant the governor


    sending people to visit her grandfather…


    As for Skyde Dojo?! She had never even heard of them! Meanwhile, everyone was busy chatting


    with Henry…