Chapter 125

nk was taken aback that he would ask about that.

After musing to himself for a moment, Frank said, “Her family aims to be an elite dynasty in Riverton.

Since I’m not of help, it’s only natural she divorced me.”

There was nothing worth hiding about that, just as anyone interested would find out how Gina belittled him to no end.

“What? That family is really blind…” Dan sighed emotionally.

And here he thought it was some complicated issue between him and Helen… to think that the Lanes thought so little of Frank!

Beside them, Janet nodded repeatedly.

Then, Dan stroked his beard and said, “Well, now that you’re divorced, Mr. Lawrence, don’t you think it’s time to think about your future? I know several successful ladies myself, and I wouldn’t mind giving an introduction if you’re willing.”

Janet nodded repeatedly again, smiling as she asked, “Do you have a type, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank did a double take.

His type?

To be honest, he had no idea he was merely following his mentor’s instructions to marry Helen before his passing.

By 19 Janet then asked mysteriously, “A strong, independent woman like Ms. Turnbull, perhaps?”

Frank smiled and shook his head. “We are just partners, nothing more.”

He had saved her life, and she helped him gather medicinal ingredients in return.

As for her repeated attempts to flirt with him… she was just using him to break off her engagements.

“If I had to choose, all I’d like is to return home,” Frank said. “I’ll be a store owner, living life without worries.”

“Make it an apothecary,” Janet suggested–that way, she could be his assistant.

As Frank turned toward her, she explained, “I–I mean, you have talent in that field.”

“Maybe. I’ve yet to make up my mind, actually.” Frank smiled Dan chuckled. “You’re still young, Mr. Lawrence. You have plenty of time, so there’s no need to get ahead of yourself. Come, let’s have a toast.”

The trio continued chatting for a while, but Dan had to give up since Frank had no intention of marrying.

Frank was still groggy early the next morning as he got out of bed and went to work.

It seemed that he had a proper job now…

Still, as he arrived outside Grande Corp, he was staring as Peter alighted from an Audi.

With that suit and neatly combed hair, one would believe he was a CEO if they did not know better.

“Peter?” Frank frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Peter promptly shot Frank a look of contempt in turn. “I’m starting work here.”

“Starting work.”

“I’m now Ms. Turnbull’s personal consultant,” Peter said, straightening his tie. “Your days are numbered, manwhore. And I still remember our grudge from before!”

Frank realized with a start. “So you’re the one Greg Marsh was talking about?”

“Oh, you’re actually well informed.” Peter snorted smugly.

Frank chuckled. “I think you should run.”

He understood now–so that was why Dan and Janet were dressed so formally yesterday. They must be discussing an engagement!