Chapter 388

Helen thought that she stood up too quickly and was going to reach for the wall, only to fall backward on the floor.

“What…”

Helen tried to call for help but realized she could not speak!

Zeb moved on top of her and smiled. “Oh, Helen–you shouldn’t drink if you’re bad with alcohol. Come, let’s get you home.”

Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief as she glared at him, knowing that he had drugged her.

Her mind was clear, but her body simply refused to move!

At the same time, Zeb carried Helen out of the restaurant, as the waitresses looked on with smiles, and threw her in the backseat.

Helen kept looking around and tried to shout, but she–could not do anything.

That was when she spotted her own phone in her purse and pushed her hand as much as possible!

It felt as heavy as lead, but she refused to give up. After all, she had no idea where Zeb would take her or what he would do to her!

Luckily, she managed to make an emergency call with all her strength, and her emergency contact was none other than Frank!

Meanwhile, Cram was visiting Skywater Bay once again.

He pressed on the doorbell, and the door quickly opened–Frank was expecting him.

“Did you come to apologize?” Frank asked.

Cram licked his lips as he leveled Frank a look of embarrassment. “I’d just like to ask… What’s your connection to Trevor Zurich?”

Frank laughed coldly. “What, did everyone boycott you or something?”

Cram paled.

The fact that Frank knew meant that he was the same Mr. Lawrence whom Trevor mentioned!

Dropping to his knees right then, Cram cried, “I’m so sorry about everything! Forgive my ignorance and forgive me this one time! I promised we won’t harass you or your friends in any way!”

Cram was born a commoner. Having none of the pride of dynastic heirs, he certainly knew when to give in.

As the saying goes, noble is the man who knows when to yield.

Moreover, it was stupid to squander money over honor anyway.

Frank laughed out loud–the man was really adaptable. “I’m surprised that you can really kneel when you have to.”

“Haha! You’re so funny, Mr. Lawrence,” Cram chuckled.

That was when Frank glanced at Winter, who stood nearby. “But you shouldn’t be apologizing. to me.

You should be apologizing to her.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Lawrence. Do forgive me for my mistake.” Cram quickly kowtowed to Winter with the same somberness.

Winter gulped–she had never been in such a situation. “Y–You should get up…”

“I won’t until you forgive me, Ms. Lawrence.”

“Alright, I forgive you, okay?” Winter quickly said.

“Thank you, Ms. Lawrence.” Cram smiled as he stood up. “About the boycott, Mr. Lawrence…”

Frank nodded. “I’ll give you one chance since you’re so sincere.”

That was when his phone started ringing…