After driving Winter and Mona to school, Frank stayed in his car as he called the private number Helen


    gave him.


    "Hello?" Noel''s tired voice could soon be heard.


    "Ms. York? It''s me, Frank Lawrence," Frank said nonchntly. "How have you been doing? Would you


    care to make time for a drink?"


    He naturally did not expect a star actress like her to say yes and was just making small talk.


    As such, he did not expect Noel to stay silent for seconds before asking shortly, "Where?"


    "Huh..." A little stumped, Frank simply picked the first ce that came to mind. "The Dynasty."


    "Got it," Noel replied and hung up without further ado.


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    Frank scratched his head awkwardly—the invitation was just the lead, and he did not expect the star


    actress to take it.


    Was he really that charming?


    Frank chuckled as he rubbed his chin and turned his Maybach to rush for The Dynasty. -


    As usual, the bar in The Dynasty was dimly lit as the wall speakers boomed with thunderous music.


    The air swirled with the scent of alcohol, and anyone inside could hardly differentiate if it was light or


    dark outside.


    Frank ordered a ss of fruit juice and waited at a booth seat, turning down severaldies trying to


    chat him up as he did, though they were probably interested in the Maybach key he left on the table.


    Realizing that, he pocketed his key.


    That was when ady with a baseball cap and a body-hugging skirt that bare her long legs strode


    through the front doors, looking around and clearly searching for someone.


    A thug''s eyes lit up right then, immediately able to tell that she was someone special.


    "Hey, beautiful! Are you here alone?" he asked as he hurried to Noel, his hand outstretched and ready


    to cop a feel, but Noel strode past him.


    "Oh, you have quick reflexes." The thug simply grinned, his hands getting even more unruly. "Come on,


    beautiful. What''s the point of drinking alone? My boss happens to be here—let''s drink together!"


    "No, I''m looking for someone," Noel snapped.


    Her voice was one of a kind, and the thug froze as soon as she spoke. "Holy crap, girl. You sound so


    familiar... Were you on TV?"


    "Buzz off." Frank strode up to them just then, his face impassive as he told the thug to leave.


    "Shit, boy! Do you even know who owns this ce?!" The thug red at him murderously for his


    pompous threat.


    "Ugh." Frank sighed and pressed a palm on the thug''s face to shove him away. "What the hell? I''ve


    been here so many times, but Kurt Stinson and Bravo Lambert just won''t rein in their boys."


    The thug was already drunk, wobbling as he dropped on his rump.


    Frank then turned to Noel as he apologized, "I''m sorry, Ms. York. This was a poor choice for a meeting


    ce."


    "It''s alright. I like this ce''s vibes, to be honest." Noel nodded.


    She was wearing a mask, but Frank could tell from her eyes that she was smiling—and beautifully at


    that.


    That was when the thug yelled, "Boss! Someone''s causing trouble over here!"