Tigris was naturally stunned—so this was the generosity of heiresses these days, giving away company like presents!While Tigris was left unsure what to say, Donnie spoke up, saying, "Alright, let's save the chit-chat for later. Let's eat!"As they took their seats, Donnie brought out a bottle of red wine, opening it while commenting, "It's a joyous day, so let's all have a taste of this Domaine de la Romanee-Conti!""Why?" Tigris was puzzled. "Don't they always say the '82 Lafite is the best?"Frank was not sure if he should laugh and cry, and Donnie chuckled. "I can see from Mr. Frankton's reaction that he understands. Perhaps you should hear it from him.""The Romanee is way more valuable." Frank nodded, but he soon added, "Though I can't say I love wine all that much. Do you have spirits around here?""Of course!" Donnie then brought out a bottle of rum."Here, I'll pour it for you!"Alda took the bottle, pouring a glass for Frank while saying, "Why not red wine? Spirits ar
Alda quickly reasoned, "Each has its merits."Frank remained silent and waited until the servants were done cleaning Alda's room.Then, putting a mattress on the floor, he lay down and called Linda Yates, who purred from the other end, "Oh, where have you been, Mr. Frankton? I missed you so much!""I'm out on an errand and won't be going back soon. By the way, do you still remember what we agreed on?""Oh, I certainly do!" Linda giggled but said nothing else.Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you don't know a thing."Linda giggled even louder at that. "Sorry for tricking you, Mr. Frankton, but I have no idea even though I've worked here since the beginning. There's no way a mere employee would know their boss' life story, don't you think?""Fair enough." Frank was unsure if he should laugh and cry and hung up right then instead of snapping at Linda.He had certainly sacrificed plenty to make Linda talk, only for the whole thing to turn out to be a sham in the first place.
Startled by Frank, Alda cringed into a corner by instinct.But then she remembered that he had saved her life and put her shyness aside as she inched forward.The closer she was, the more tense her nerves were… as if the air around him was therapeutic!"So warm!" she murmured as she pressed herself in Frank's arms and breathed a long sigh of relief.She had been an overbearing girlboss for a handful of years, but now, she thought that it was fine being a delicate lover too.Frank then repeated, "Let's go to the tomb tomorrow.""I-I'll pass!" Alda exclaimed, worried that something would happen to Frank."What was that?"Frank lowered his gaze at her with a smile.Alda quickly looked away, feeling butterflies in her stomach. "D-Don't look at me like that!" She huffed, her voice almost inaudible."Sure thing." Frank chuckled.Feeling an irresistible itch just then, he lifted her chin and gave her a quick peck on those lips that were turning redder since she woke up. "S-Stop
"Come on. I'll carry you!" Frank said, dropping to a crouch without hesitation."That's no good, right?" Alda complained, but her body was honest as she walked behind Frank and climbed over him."You're so light!" Frank got up easily.Alda smiled shyly. "My vitals were sustained solely on IV drips. I naturally lost a few pounds."Frank smiled but said nothing.They were soon in front of the cave, and Alda looked around before exclaiming, "This is it! I've been dreaming of this place frequently!""Have you been here before yourself?" Frank asked in curiosity.Alda quickly shook her head. "I'd usually be in the office. I wouldn't have the time to play."Frank was left further puzzled—how could she dream of a place she had never been to and even remember it with such vivid detail?It seemed that he must go in for a look…Still, before he stepped inside, Alda stopped him, "Mr. Frankton! Shouldn't we get more people here? I'm still afraid, after all!""Don't worry. I'm more than
It was much better in the tunnel than the cave, as it was walled on both ends with stark white marbles. The stairs were not overgrown with moss from the damp air inside—if anything, it was completely smooth and clean as if it was never damp here!"It seems that people often used this tunnel," Frank said, putting his foot down before accelerating to an intersection."Which one should I take?"Alda shook her head again. "I only remember what the cave and the tomb looked like. I don't know how to reach the tomb from the cave!"Frank nodded and stood at the center as he closed his eyes, allowing his hearing to extend further.Hearing the breeze in each tunnel and judging that the breeze was louder on the left, he decided that it was the right path."Whatever. I choose you!"Still carrying Alda on piggyback, Frank took the left tunnel.The further he progressed, the narrower the tunnel became. The walls were not tiled with white marble either, and it was natural limestone dripping w
Frank glanced at Alda, understanding soon enough that the ring was communicating with him through Alda! He still had no idea what it was but picked it up as he determined that it was no cursed object.In an instant, Frank felt a mysterious energy shooting into his body, straight into his mind!At the same time, the ground of Ninedell shook, followed by volcanic waves, tidal storms, and other natural catastrophes!Everyone—be it layman or otherwise—could feel the anomaly right then.And in the compound of Lionheart Estate, one of the sophomores researching the spiritron veins announced with somber finality, "The spiritron vein of Ninedell has been claimed!"Even as the Lionhearts were left shocked by the announcement, the rumors spread like wildfire…Meanwhile, Frank had no idea what was happening.Putting on the ring, he quickly hurried back to Ingram Mansion with Alda still on his back.Donnie Ingram happened to be at home, and seeing Alda passed out, he promptly asked, "Wha
"I thought you'd keep your hands clean!"Lara breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, seeing that Frank was being cooperative. "Well, we can leave right now if you have nothing else on your plate.""Sure!" Frank nodded—taking part in a meeting was still better than getting eaten alive by the she-wolves of the PR department."Thank you," Lara said and led Frank out of the office."Hmph! What's so impressive about her? She's just a little younger!"Lara's lofty appearance certainly did not sit well with Linda—they were all employees, but she got to hold herself above the rest just because she was prettier?!-Soon, Lara took Frank to the Davos Hotel, the biggest hotel in town.As Lara stopped outside the main entrance, the bellboy hurried to help her open the door and was grinning ear-to-ear when he saw that it was her."Long time no see, Ms. Gold. It's been a while."Lara ignored him, however, and passed him the keys before opening the door for Frank. "We're here, Mr. Frankton."
"The Turnbulls?"Frank's eyes lit up, and he whipped out his phone to text Vicky Turnbull: [Cease all partnerships with Verde Limited of Shagan, and boycott their operations.]Seeing that Frank was suddenly fiddling with his phone, Verde presumed that Frank was afraid and gloated, "I'm warning you—you'll both be sold as slaves in some third world country if we want! And don't think for a moment that you'd ever make it back!"Lara was terrified. "You don't have to go that far, Mr. Ceres!"It only encouraged Verde to press his advantage. "That depends entirely on if you can show me a good time."As he spoke, he started toward Lara, leaving her terrified and at a loss.However, a staunch figure strode in between them."You should be worrying about yourself." Frank chuckled. "The Turnbulls have just canceled you!"Verde simply laughed. "Oh, you're killing me. What, are you Vicky Turnbull's fiance? You think she'd do just anything you tell her to?"Frank would certainly like to say