Chapter 17

Sean said just then, “Don’t bother with that bonehead, Helen–it’s been a long day, and you must be tired. I’ve booked us a VIP room at the hotel, so why don’t you and your mom get some rest?”

“Yeah, of course–I’m so tired.” Gina promptly agreed to it and started to pull Helen along. “Let’s go, dear.”

Helen stood still, however. “Mom, no.”

She knew very well what Sean wanted, but she was not ready to start a new relationship now.

Gina shot Frank a look. “What do you mean, no? There’s no husband waiting for you at home. Why bother?”

Seeing his chance, Sean promptly pressed his advantage. “That’s right, Helen. We could also chat about the agreement tonight.”

Though Frank appeared neutral as he stood nearby, his words were filled with anger. “Word of advice, Helen–go home.”

She had just divorced him a couple days ago, and he had to watch her get a room with another man already?!

“Don’t you mess with me, you brat!” Sean growled through his teeth as he glared at Frank.

Gina was shooting him a look of contempt too. “Helen can go wherever she wants! You don’t get to tell her what to do!”

That was when Helen’s phone started ringing, and she snapped at them, “Stop it.”

She answered it to the wails of her brother Peter.

“Argh!!! Helen, my hand…”

“Peter? What’s wrong?” Helen asked in panic.

“Someone beat me up… broke my hand… I’m at the hospital now!”

“Okay, we’ll be right there.”

Gina had heard her son’s voice and promptly asked, “What happened to Peter?”

“Someone attacked Peter and broke his hand,” Helen said anxiously. “He’s at the hospital. We have to go.”

“W–What are you waiting for?! Let’s go!” Gina cried.

Since nothing was more important than her son, she now only cared about getting to the hospital and did not even bother to tell Helen to stay with Sean.

“F*ck!” Sean swore under his breath, fuming since he was so close!

Still, he forced himself to appear concerned. “I’m coming too, Helen.”

Helen nodded, and they all left the banquet hall, leaving Frank behind.

He was actually surprised that scum like Peter proved useful when needed. And since he was no longer being harassed, he sat down and started eating again.

After a while, Vicky returned to him. “Where’s Helen and the others?”

“The hospital.”

“What?”

“Peter Lane’s hand was broken. He’s waiting for her to pay his bills.”

“Haha…” Vicky almost laughed out loud at the Lanes‘ misfortune. “That’s hilarious… Wait, did you plan this?”

Frank shrugged. “Nope. I have no idea when Barney would do his job.”

“Alright–it’s better now that they’re gone. Come on–let me introduce you to some bigwigs,” she said and beckoned to him.

Frank wiped his mouth and followed her up to a hall on the second floor, which was decorated even more grandly with classical designs.