nk was taken aback that he would ask about that.


    After musing to himself for a moment, Frank said, “Her family aims to be an elite dynasty in Riverton.


    Since I’m not of help, it’s only natural she divorced me.”


    There was nothing worth hiding about that, just as anyone interested would find out how Gina belittled


    him to no end.


    “What? That family is really blind…” Dan sighed emotionally.


    And here he thought it was someplicated issue between him and Helen… to think that the Lanes


    thought so little of Frank!


    Beside them, J nodded repeatedly.


    Then, Dan stroked his beard and said, “Well, now that you’re divorced, Mr. Lawrence, don’t you think


    it’s time to think about your future? I know several sessfuldies myself, and I wouldn’t mind giving


    an introduction if you’re willing.”


    J nodded repeatedly again, smiling as she asked, “Do you have a type, Mr. Lawrence?”


    Frank did a double take.


    His type?


    To be honest, he had no idea he was merely following his mentor’s instructions to marry Helen before


    his passing.


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    J then asked mysteriously, “A strong, independent woman like Ms. Turnbull, perhaps?”


    Frank smiled and shook his head. “We are just partners, nothing more.”


    He had saved her life, and she helped him gather medicinal ingredients in return.


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    As for her repeated attempts to flirt with him… she was just using him to break off her engagements.


    “If I had to choose, all I’d like is to return home,” Frank said. “I’ll be a store owner, living life without


    worries.”


    “Make it an apothecary,” J suggested–that way, she could be his assistant.


    As Frank turned toward her, she exined, “I–I mean, you have talent in that field.”


    “Maybe. I’ve yet to make up my mind, actually.” Frank smiled


    Dan chuckled. “You’re still young, Mr. Lawrence. You have plenty of time, so there’s no need to get


    ahead of yourself. Come, let’s have a toast.”


    The trio continued chatting for a while, but Dan had to give up since Frank had no intention of marrying.


    Frank was still groggy early the next morning as he got out of bed and went to work.


    It seemed that he had a proper job now…


    Still, as he arrived outside Grande Corp, he was staring as Peter alighted from an Audi.


    With that suit and neatlybed hair, one would believe he was a CEO if they did not know better.


    “Peter?” Frank frowned. “What are you doing here?”


    Peter promptly shot Frank a look of contempt in turn. “I’m starting work here.”


    “Starting work.”


    “I’m now Ms. Turnbull’s personal consultant,” Peter said, straightening his tie. “Your days are


    numbered, manwhore. And I still remember our grudge from before!”


    Frank realized with a start. “So you’re the one Greg Marsh was talking about?”


    “Oh, you’re actually well informed.” Peter snorted smugly.


    Frank chuckled. “I think you should run.”


    He understood now–so that was why Dan and J were dressed so formally yesterday. They must be


    discussing an engagement!