Around an hourter, Frank turned down the Southstream Lanes'' invitation to stay for dinner and


    headed home with Helen, Cindy, and Gina.


    It had certainly been a rewarding trip. Even after Frank rejected further attempts to give him money, the


    Southstream Lanes managed to find a way to win his favor through Helen.


    Gavin swore on his honor that he would invest fully into Lane Holdings and assist the growth of Helen''s


    business while passing thete Mason''s estate to her in full.


    As for Jon, he was ultimately forced to honor his wager by his own brother Roth, albeit with a lighter


    punishment, as he only had to kiss his dogs'' bottoms.


    He was crying but had no choice but to do it, and he sped off to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth


    once he was done.


    Dayster, a group sent by the Southstream Lanes came over and brought Henry''s casket home,


    fulfilling hisst wish.


    Helen was at once emotional to see Frank going that far for her grandfather, just as she understood


    profoundly that he was worth giving the rest of her life for.


    And this time, neither Gina nor Cindy dared to say a word on their way home.


    They were delighted but also embarrassed to see Jade return all the stuff they were packing—that was


    the case especially for Cindy, since her suitcase was full of Helen''s belongings.


    Still, before they reached Lane Manor, Frank spotted a military helicopter on a hastily preparednding


    pad, drawing many bystanders who stopped to look.


    Frank felt a foreboding sensation when he saw the markings, and as he drove inside Lane Manor, he


    saw him—an elderly white-haired man in a ck suit and a long white shawl around his neck.


    Frank instantly recognized him and scowled at his presence.


    It was Fenton, his father''s valet.


    On the other hand, Helen aligned, ncing nervously at the stern bodyguards nking Fenton as she


    asked, "And you are?"


    "Haha. You''re Helen Lane, I believe?" The kindly old man smiled and nodded, his presence genial


    unlike his escort.


    "Yes, I am," Helen replied, humble as she did her best not to appear impolite.


    "Oh, he''s definitely someone important. Maybe he''s on the level of the Lionhearts?" Gina spoke subtly


    to Cindy as she alighted.


    "Yeah," Cindy murmured. "I wonder who he''s waiting for."


    "Me." Frank''s expression was cool as he strode past Gina.


    "What?" Both Gina and Cindy were stunned by Frank''s hostile tone.


    As Frank approached Fenton and Helen, Fenton smiled and nodded as he saw Frank. "It''s good to see


    you again, Master Frank. How long has it been? Five years?"


    "Cut the crap. What are you doing here?" Frank snapped impatiently—he would ignore Fenton if he


    could.


    Helen frowned in turn. "Frank, he''s—"


    Frank turned away, snorting. "Ignore him. Just go inside."


    Gina and Cindy would certainly not say a word.


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    It was already a surprise they were still alive, and seeing that Frank was not being friendly to the old


    man, they promptly pulled their suitcases along as they hurried into Lane Manor.


    Helen, however, remained where she was, hesitant.