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Gina rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Helen as she whipped out her phone and called Frank.
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Frank had just returned to Skywater Bay and was in his basement preparing to make a pill for Frida Blue to restore her meridians.
He did a double take when Gina called him out of the blue, but he answered anyway.
"Where are you right now, Frank?" she demanded.
Hearing her disrespectful tone, he replied noncommittally, "How is that any of your business?"
Gina cut to the chase right then. "You bought the Fieldens' drakeroot, didn't you?"
"So what?"
"Where is it? Bring it to me—the Lanes of Southstream need it urgently."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrank frowned.
He had heard of the Lanes of Southstream back when she married Helen and knew that they were as
rich as they were powerful.
Naturally, they could not care less about Helen's side of the family, or they would not have to lead such
modest lives in comparison.
And now, Gina had actually called him just because the other family wanted the drakeroot... She really
liked to stick her head up people's butts, did she not?
Moreover, it was not like the Lanes of Southstream would appreciate him if he gave up the drakeroot
anyway.
"You really are a sucker for the Lanes of Southstream, Gina." Frank chuckled.
"Cut the crap. Just bring the drakeroot already!" Gina urged impatiently—the family's future hung in the
balance!
Frank laughed coolly, "Did you forget that I'm the owner, Gina? What does the drakeroot have to do
with you? Why should I bring it to you?"
"What." Gina choked, unable to retort.
That lowlife was really growing bolder by the day, even going so far as to threaten her now!
However, she restrained herself for her family's sake. "This is a matter of life and death, Frank. I'll
remember your contribution when the Lanes of Southstream brings us back into their fold!"
Frank simply snickered.
Gian frowned. "What? Why are you laughing?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Nothing. It's just that you're not getting the drakeroot now," Frank said flatly.
"What are you talking about?"
Frank picked up the drakeroot nonchalantly just then, and dropped it into the pill cauldron. "Nothing, really. It's just that I'm refining it into a pill."
"What..." Gina almost had a stroke—the drakeroot was an exceedingly herb, and it was next to impossible finding another!
"Alright, I'm hanging up now if you have nothing else to say—I have work to do," Frank said with a chuckle, hung up, and turned off his phone.
While Gina was left stamping her feet in frustration, Jade then asked, "What? Is it done?"
Gina certainly wouldn't say no, and quickly smiled at Jade, "Of course! But the brat is busy, so I'll send Helen to get it."
"What?" Helen pursed her lips.
She could already tell from her mother's reaction that Frank had refused, and she had just earn his spite if she asked now!
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