Frank nodded. "Go on."


    After five minutes, Lydia quickly returned, and passed a car key to Frank. "You can drive away with the car-we wille to your house to handle the paperworkter."


    She was endlessly respectful. After all, she called the general manager of Pearce Group, who hurried off like the devil was on his heels, to ask Gene for instructions. Gene''s response was short but clear. "Absolute satisfaction, whatever it takes."


    And having received his orders, the general manager promptly cut short the entire process, and told Lydia to give the keys to Frank directly.


    The speed and attitude of the entire process left Lydia in endless disbelief.


    "Well, thank you very much," Frank said as he got into the car and started the simplistic but actuallyplex vehicle.


    The moment the W16 engine of the red-ck Bugatti Veyron ignited was almost no different from its coronation-every other car in the showroom dulled inparison in its presence.


    The car itself could well be a red-ck dragon descending to the mortal realm, with even fearsome tigers and lions prostrating themselves before its glory.


    "This car is so cool, Master Lawrence!"


    Even Mona appeared astonished as she leaned against the car door, and she knew nothing about cars.


    "What are you spacing out for? It''s just a car-get in." Frank chuckled, shaking his head.


    But to be honest, he was quite satisfied with the Veyron.


    After his Maybach was totaled, he had been driving the Audi that Trevor Zurich gave him, which earned him the disdain of bigwigs wherever he went.


    Now that he had a better car, he would at least get some respect.


    Seeing that Frank was satisfied, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.


    She bowed respectfully and earnestly to Frank. "Thank you so much for today, Mr. Lawrence."


    Their fates must be intertwined, as he had saved her twice when she was caught in desperate situations.


    A man that was cool and embodying such a profound sense of justice was certainly rare.


    "Hey, girl, you''re blushing."


    Mona giggled as she rode shotgun just then. "Master Lawrence, I think she''s probably interested in you."


    "Shut it."


    Frank smacked Mona on the head and took one of his business cards from his pocket.


    Passing it to Lydia, he said, "Call meOwned by N?velDrama.Org.


    if your


    blondomer supervisor and that


    You


    again. I''ll see you around."


    The Veyron''s engine thundered, and Frank and Mona were soon gone from sight.


    Lydia stood, her fingers clenching on Frank''s business card, hope showing in her eyes. Eventually, she breathed a long sigh.


    After all, would a in sales girl like her really deserve a man like Frank?


    Returning to Cologne Court, Mona and Frank took a bath, finally cleaning themselves up.


    When Vicky and Helen asked, both of them tacitly avoided mentioning that they were threatened into having a kid in a year.


    Then, when Winter arrived home and saw Mona, the girls happily shared a hug—they really were close.


    Carol Zims tried to anticipate the


    amount of food she had to cook for


    Mona''s return too. However, it


    turned out that she had


    underestimated Mona anyway, who finished an entire bucket of rice on her own.


    The glutton demon could leap up the table and steal everyone else''s food.


    set


    Frank was left starting impassively more or less understanding why the geezers of Haply Hall were duraning that brat at him in his care.


    At the rate Mona was eating, Aion Fairfax would not need divination to see that it was impossible for them to afford her food bills.