Chapter 56
Sean called Helen just then. “Are you alright, Helen? Don’t worry–I’ve sent my people to deal with the issue. I’ll destroy Rocco McCoy if he so much as lays a finger on you.”
In reality, he sent nob*dy. After all, he had no idea how to clean up the mess–there was just no way for him to keep deceiving Helen that the Ichor Pills were fake while having Rocco release her as well.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Wesley–my mom and I were released,” Helen said quietly, her eyes then narrowing as she asked, “By the way, who did you send?”
Sean was caught dumbfounded, stammering endlessly but unable to say even a name.
That made Helen more confident that Frank had sent Dan–why else would Sean hesitate?
However, Gina shouted just then, “Mr. Wesley, was it Dan Zimmer?”
Sean heard her and promptly said, “Yes, yes, of course. I sent Mr. Zimmer.
“Mom, what are you doing?!” Helen was furious.
“What are you doing?” Gina shot back. “I told you–Mr. Wesley definitely sent Mr. Zimmer.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal and not worth mentioning,” Sean continued gloating over the phone at the same time, though he was relieved since Helen was fine anyway. “Where are you now? I’ll come get you.”
Helen scowled. “Save it. I’m driving home myself. ”
She hung up right then, and Gina snapped at her grumpily, “What’s with the attitude?!”
Helen rolled her eyes and got into her car. “You don’t get it at all.”
“Oh, you horrid child…” Gina continued to grumble from the back.
Early next morning, Frank had just finished his daily routine when Vicky called. “Have you considered my offer, Mr. Lawrence?”
Frank did consider her suggestion to become a shareholder of her pharmaceutical company and decided it was worth a shot. “Yes, but you know me I’m penniless.”
Vicky, however, was already grinning from ear to ear since he said yes. “Oh, you. I’m asking you to be a shareholder, and that means I’m having you ride along as we make money. Why would I ask for your money? I’ve also prepared a position for you as well.”
“What is it?” Frank asked, just a little bemused.
“You’ll be my company’s head of security and chief healer, as well as my senior assistant.”
Frank rolled his eyes. “That’s a lot of positions. How much do I get paid for that?”
“Oh, what’s mine is yours. Me too, if you’d just ask,” Vicky purred.
That was too much Frank, so he cut her short right then. “Alright. Anything else?”
“Of course,” Vicky quickly said. “So there’s this company in West City that has taken out a loan but Isn’t paying up. I was going to bring you along to collect the debt, but don’t worry, you’ll get ten percent.”
Frank scratched his head and dissed, “And that requires me, your head of security?”
Vicky giggled. “Of course. They’re no pushovers–I’m bringing some martial elites with me.”
“Fine. Where are you? I’ll go to you.”
“Downstairs. You’ll see my car when you come down.”
Hanging up, Frank got changed and hurried downstairs to find Vicky poking her head out of her car, clearly having been waiting for a while.
When he reached it, he then noticed that Yara was riding shotgun, while Cliff was in the backseat.
Vicky was grinning in turn. “Come, Mr. Lawrence–let’s all get acquainted. This is Yara Quill, my personal b*dyguard, and that’s Cliff Dixon, a temp b*dyguard.”
