Clearing her throat, Helen said, "I''ll send you the address. You can head over now. Remember, you''re signing the contract, but only after the video conference is over. Do you understand?" "Yep," Frank nodded, then turned to nce at the serene mansion and sighed.


    It turned out that he traveled all this way for tea...


    Still, he did not drag his feet and drove to the address Frank gave him in his Maybach.


    When he entered the designated cafe half an hourter, he found a familiar face right then and was stunned. "You''re the one from Waver Street..."


    It was indeed rity, wearing a tight ck skirt and a blouse with a low neckline and taking a sip of her coffee elegantly.


    Her red lips parted in a smile when she saw Frank, and she licked her finger as she breathed charmingly, "I''m surprised we meet again so soon, handsome." Frank was not flinching but was merely surprised.


    He looked around, but as she was the only customer, rity must be the client.


    As Frank walked over to her and sat down, rity smiled at herptop. "Fufu. He''s here... And it seems we''re acquainted."


    Helen was on screen, taking a sip of her coffee in her office, raising a brow at rity''s words.


    "That''s not all rity smiled


    teasingly, resting her chin on her hands while ncing at Frank. "We had a good night, and I don''t mind mentioning that your boyfriend is really strong, Ms. Lane. I was. satisfied."


    Frank blinked at rity''s ambiguous wording, but before he could exin, Helen was snorting and shaking.her head, know him better than


    everyone, Ms. rity. If you intend to drive us apart, it won''t work."


    "Really?" rity gasped in surprise since Helen did not fall for her ploy.


    Frank breathed a sigh of relief, praising Helen inwardly, though he expected nothing less from the woman who caught his eye.


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    That was when he felt something brushing against his leg and looked down to see rity''s ck thigh highs on his own leg. His eyes widened as he eximed, "What are you doing?!"


    rity simply calmly gave her a flirty gaze, and even Frank had to admit right then she did not lose out to Helen or Vicky.


    Even if she had a veil on that kept her appearance before, she was already a match for any goddess with her curvaceous figure.


    Now that her


    without perfect face was bare


    veil, Frank found her


    fair


    skin and dark hair a working contrast with her blouse and heels.