Hearing the thug''s yell, a burly bald man strode out from a nearby bar. "Who is it?"


    When he nced behind the thug and saw who it was, he promptly picked up a tablecloth and flung it


    at the thug''s face. "You piece of shit! You can''t even recognize Mr. Lawrence just because you took a


    few sips?! I told you to quit drinking already, but you just won''t listen! And don''t think you''re dragging


    me into your mess!"


    "Mr. Lawrence... Who?" The thug on the floor obviously had note to his senses.


    When he did, he promptly knelt in front of Frank. "I''m so, so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I didn''t recognize you!


    Bravo Lambert even told us that everything is on the house if you ever visit—"


    "Just go," Frank snapped, not interested in taking it out with the thug since he was drunk and


    incoherent. "And don''t try to hit on thedies like you did, or you''re dead if you caught me."


    The thug waspletely sober at Frank''s scary threat and scrambled to run away.


    "Hmm. I''m surprised you''re that well-respected, Mr. Lawrence," Noel teased him just then.


    Frank scratched his head awkwardly and simply smiled as he pointed at his booth seat. "Would you like


    a couple of drinks if you''re interested?"


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    "Sure," Noel replied.


    She was not being gracious either and ordered two of the most expensive cocktails as soon as she sat


    down.


    It was obvious she was not in her usual good mood, since she did not frequent bars, let alone drink so


    openly.


    Frank watched as she chugged her ss and followed suit.


    When she was done, Noel''s cheeks blushed into an attractive pink as she smiled at Frank. "So, to what


    do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Lawrence?"


    Frank nodded, and spoke bluntly since running circles around Noel might repulse her. "I''ve recently


    established a farm resort, and I''m nning to draw in influential people across Draconia as customers


    or endorsers."


    "You mean me?" Noel smiled, pointing at herself. "You want me as an endorser?"


    "Exactly." Frank stared at her solemnly.


    "Hahaha." Noel suddenlyughed out loud, and it was a while when she stopped and twirled her finger


    around her ss. "Don''t you know what''s been happening to metely, Mr. Lawrence? My


    endorsement would just backfire."


    "I know." Frank nodded. "But I insist on your endorsement because you helped us endorse the


    Rejuvenation Pill before. I''m here to help now that you''re in trouble."


    "Help me?" Noel appeared surprised but soon chuckled. "You''re too kind, Mr. Lawrence. I only chose to


    endorse the Rejuvenation Pill because of its miraculous effects, and you paid me as I deserved... In


    other words, I was just fulfilling my contractual obligation. It''s not quite helping."


    Seeing that Noel was being humble, Frank nodded but spoke bluntly, "But you were willing to endorse


    the Rejuvenation Pill nheless, even if it meant betting against the market. You took a risk to help


    us, and I''d know that better than anyone. That''s why you shouldn''t undersell your credit."