NovelEnglishVicky raised a brow, her meaning all too clear.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrank said quietly in turn, "Anyway, | helped Bravo Lambert reclaim a plot of land that his gang rented to the Salazars. The Salazars built a factory over it, and their precision machinery for producing pharmaceutical products is still in there." "Really?" Vicky's eyes lit up.
"Exactly. After we took back the land, | rented the factory from Bravo, so I'm going to—" "Aha! | expect nothing less from my head of pharmaceutical research." Vicky cut him short.
"So? How much is Bravo asking for? I'm taking everything," she said, adding with a wink. "You'd get a twenty percent revenue cut too." "No," Frank shook his head. "I intend to sell the factory to Helen and Lane Holdings." "What?!" Vicky sprang to her feet before sighing in disappointment. "I see—I get it now. | still have work to do, so I'll be going." Frank caught her wrist before she could leave, frowning, "I'm not finished." "What's there to say now?" Vicky chuckled, repressing her misery as she turned toward Helen.
"Congratulations, you've won." Helen actually felt surprised and troubled that Vicky would suddenly throw in the towel, and she got up as well, suggesting, "We can split the factory." "Don't pity me, Helen Lane." Vicky smiled bitterly, knowing from what Frank said that in his heart, she still did not measure up to Helen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd to think this was how it ended after she had sacrificggo much for him—Vicky could laugh at herself.
"Just listen to me." Frank had read her mind from one glance, sighing exasperatedly. "Lane Holdings will be pouring in investment and human resources, while you'll provide expertise and technology. That way, both of you can be proper partners—splitting the factory's ownership would only cause further conflict instead, no?" Both women stared at Frank in confusion.
Helen was going to speak but could not, whereas Vicky remained as blunt and as carefree as she was.
Folding her arms before her chest, she exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my... Two-timing, Frank? You've really got balls." That's not what | want!" Frank retorted, swiping the sweat off his brow.
Vicky kept smiling at him. "You don't want to upsetbut can't bear to part from your ex-wife. Do you really think you can have your cake and eat it?" "Yeah." Helen sighed. "You disappoint me, Frank." "| just want you both to work together and make money!" Frank cried, feeling a head-splitting migraine just then.
"That's all!" "Fine, that will do. Guess I'll just have to compromise here." Vicky sighed, glancing at Helen and snorting.
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