Frank nodded and changed into another jacket before getting into Vicky's car.The Fieldens were actually not a particularly important family. Paul Fielden, the family head, was a venture capitalist. His family had fallen on hard times and their numbers were dwindling, but they retained many treasures from their more illustrious predecessors. The drakeroot was naturally one of them.Vicky, who had partnered with him before, rode shotgun to call Paul ahead of time. "Hello, Mr. Fielden? It's Vicky." She laughed as she made small talk with Paul before getting to the point. "So, I was wondering if you're at home? I would like to visit today."Paul was absolutely stunned on the other end.The Turnbulls had certainly been making waves in Riverton recently, and their heiress was actually making time to visit him? Though he had a hunch that Vicky wanted something, he had no reason to refuse.After some thought, he said, "Of course you're welcome to visit, Ms. Turnbull. My wife is hom
Frank frowned—was Sylvia not being too impolite here?Beside him, Vicky was furious. "What the hell is wrong with her? Isn't she disrespecting us too much here?"Frank sighed lengthily, but there was nothing he could do either.They continued waiting outside the door, and it was fortunate that Paul soon returned. He alighted, wearing a suit, recognizing Vicky right away and smiling as he greeted her, "Long time no see, Ms. Turnbull. I'm so glad that you'd spare time to visit my humble home.""You're exaggerating." Vicky smiled.Paul then noticed Frank and asked in curiosity, "And this gentleman would be…?""Frank Lawrence," Vicky quickly said. "He's a consultant and shareholder to my company, Grande Pharma."Paul was actually surprised.Still, when they were partners before Vicky fell sick, he had grown to acknowledge her abilities. Moreover, any person with her seal of approval was definitely someone special."Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lawrence," he said with a nod."Like
Both Frank and Vicky could tell that Paul was hesitating but not unwilling to sell the drakeroot—it was Sylvia's prompt refusal that surprised them."Mrs. Fielden, we didn't come demanding it for free," Vicky quickly said. "Just mention a price, and we will pay.""No," Sylvia refused again. "Doesn't matter how much you're paying—we're not selling."She then turned to her husband. "Paul, my cousin needs that drakeroot. Didn't you agree to give it to him?"Paul nodded. "I did, but Ms. Turnbull needs it too… How about splitting it in half?"He loved his wife to bits, and would basically agree to anything she asked for. But with Vicky making a bid for the drakeroot as well, he was in a dilemma since he did not want to offend either party.Sylvia shook her head repeatedly. "That won't do—the drakeroot is a hundred years old, and it's not perfectly preserved in the first place. Stanley needs the entire herb."Vicky became flustered, since Paul was obviously a slave to his wife, and
Since Paul was insistent, Paul braced himself and answered, "As in, a sexually-transmitted disease. It's caused by irregular sex partners."As Paul quickly understood what Frank was talking about, he glowered right then.It would have certainly been amazing if he had irregular sex partners, but his virility had been dropping over recent years—he rarely did it with Sylvia these days as well!So how did his wife catch an STD?That was when Sylvia sprang to her feet, her face contorting in rage as she glared at Frank, "Don't you give that nonsense! I don't have an STD!"Then, turning toward Paul, she cried urgently, "Please, darling. You shouldn't listen to him. This is slander!""Please calm down, Mrs. Fielden," Frank said firmly just then. "As a healer, I embody the ideals of one and would never mention anything lightly in case of a mistake. Moreover, I've seen that your cousin has the same issue—is that why you wanted the drakeroot? I'm sorry, but the drakeroot wouldn't work on e
Vicky was listening keenly from the couch, not expecting to run into such intriguing drama when she woke up today.On the other hand, Sylvia could not care less about the pain on her cheek and sprang to her feet as she screamed, "You bastard! You're lying!"Paul was frowning in turn. "What did you say? She was taking dance lessons from you?""Yes." Stanley nodded. "Look, I'm not even her cousin—she told me to say that so that it's easier for us to hook up, even staying in your house…"He certainly had enough of Sylvia, which was why he frequented seedy joints in the night to let loose.He just did not expect to contract an STD, and now that he was exposed, his plan to use the Fieldens' drakeroot to cure himself went south too.Still, he did not hesitate to confess everything since he had already saved enough money—the only thing he must do now was stay alive.Paul could almost black out from sheer fury—never could he have known that his wife was cheating on him in his own house!
In the end, there were just too many quack doctors and swindlers. Meeting such an extraordinary healer like Frank was a rarity, and Paul would like to get better as soon as he could.Vicky listened to both men awkwardly for a long while and eventually said, "Mr. Fielden, about the drakeroot…"Paul remembered with a start and quickly said, "Oh, I really would have forgotten if you didn't remind me. Just wait a moment—I'll get it right now."He hurried to his house's basement and soon returned with the drakeroot.Frank took a moment to verify it before nodding at Vicky.Vicky then turned toward Paul. "So how much would you like for the drakeroot, Mr. Fielden?"Paul smiled. "What are you saying, Ms. Turnbull? That slut would still have kept me in the dark if not for Mr. Lawrence here. Just consider it my gift.""In that case, thank you very much." Vicky nodded, not shying from taking such generosity. "If you could make time, do come by Grande Pharma—we might be partners again."
Helen was not surprised by Paul's refusal.The drakeroot was his family heirloom—he would never sell it so easily.However, Jade was immediately scowling. "You wretch! You should be honored that we want your drakeroot! You should be on your best behavior now that we need you. When I return and inform Mark Lane, he might help you soar to riches. But if anything happens to my daughter because you refused us, you and your family will be going down!"Her words were a barenaked threat.Paul was clenching his fist in fury but had to restrain himself at the thought of the Northstream Lanes.They were a powerful family and basically owned Northstream, and Paul would not be able to stand against them alone.Fortunately, the drakeroot was no longer in his hands.At the same time, Helen quickly explained, "My aunt doesn't mean anything bad, Mr. Fielden. He's just worried about her daughter, whose condition can only be treated with the drakeroot. Please let us have it for my sister's sake."
Gina rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Helen as she whipped out her phone and called Frank.-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."Frank 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