Chapter 300
Fred snorted darkly. “The way I see it, he just wants to get in Winter’s pants. Why else would he go that far?”
Winter flushed. “Stop it, Fred. Also, he’s done nothing even if he likes me. Why do you hate him so much?”
Fred was left stammering before waving her off dismissively. “He’s too good for you. Didn’t you see the women with him? Each of them are either rich or powerful. You think he really likes you, calling you sister or whatnot? He’s just going to eat you up and spit you
out!” Winter was speechless and despondent right then–Fred was right about that much, since the women around Frank were all extraordinary individuals.
Carol inhaled sharply as she thought about Fred’s words as well, though there was one thing she disagreed with.
Even if Frank was surrounded with women with marvelous beauty–beauty even her daughter could not hope to reach–Frank was still going all out to help her family.
Was it possible that he was Winter’s biological brother?
She knew very well that Winter was adopted, even if she never told anyone else.
Moreover, Frank’s last name was Lawrence…
The more Carol thought about it, the more she was convinced it was the truth.
Kindness that came without cost was just too good to be true!
Leveling a solemn look at Winter, Carol said, “Your brother’s right, Winter. You can be friends with Frank, but you really shouldn’t consider marrying him.”
“What?!” Fred exclaimed in shock. “Be friends with him? She should be rid of him entirely!”
Winter balled her knuckles at that. “Mom, Fred. Frank never did you wrong. How could you be so mean to him?!”
Her eyes red, she stormed out of the ward right then.
“Urhg, what a brat.” Fred snorted, thinking that Winter was getting really unreasonable these days.
On the other hand, Carol was at a loss.
How was she supposed to tell her children? Most importantly, did she have to tell them that Winter was adopted?
Early next morning, Frank received a text from Janet, telling him that Carol had regained consciousness and was not in danger.
Frank was relieved and was going to have breakfast when his phone started ringing.
It was Vicky. “Hey, Frank. What are you doing?”
“Eating.”
“Eating? Didn’t you see my text yesterday?‘
Frank tapped on WhatsApp and saw Vicky’s text informing him that the bid event for Rejuvenation Pill distributors‘ rights was held today.
As the majority shareholder, Frank was naturally obligated to attend.
“Oh… I didn’t get the notification,” Frank said awkwardly, scratching his head.
Vicky frowned, “Get over here to Verdant Hotel for now or you’ll be late. You can eat here anyway.”
“Yep, yep,” Frank muttered noncommittally and quickly got dressed, putting aside breakfast immediately.
Meanwhile, a large Mercedies stopped outside the entrance of Verdant Hotel.
Zeb Larkin and Cindy Zonda alighted, with the latter dressed alluringly in a gown with a plunging neckline and extensive makeup.
“Oh, Mr. Larkin… I’m surprised there’s so many people here for the bid,” she gasped.
