Frank was just feeling a dilemma when his phone rang.


    Feeling the thrill of salvation, he promptly answered the call.


    It was Yara Quill.


    “Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?” she asked.


    “Home. What’s up?” Frank asked.


    “Actually, Mrs. Turnbull asked me to contact you,” Yara replied. “She wants to talk about Grande


    Pharma.”


    Frank narrowed his eyes, noting immediately that Susan Redford wanted to bypass Vicky, as she told


    Yara to directly contact him.


    “Where’s Vicky right now?” He asked.


    “I don’t know,” Yara replied awkwardly. “She left the vi early this morning and never returned. They


    want to talk to you since you’re Grande Pharma’s majority shareholder…”


    “I see.”


    Frank took a deep breath and said, “I’ll be right there,” even though he had no idea what Vicky was up


    to.


    Hanging up, he turned to tell Helen, “Sorry. I need to leave for a little something.”


    “Does it have something to do with Vicky?” Helen asked, more or less jealous when Frank mentioned


    Vicky’s name.


    Frank shook his head. “No–it’s her mother who asked to see me. I don’t know what it is about, but it


    sounds urgent.”


    “Oh, okay.” Helen pursed her lips, though she could not help being surprised even as she wondered


    what Vicky’s mother thought of Frank.


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    Yara was waiting at the front door of Turnbull Vi when Frank arrived in his car.


    Hurrying to him as soon as she saw him, she said, “Mr. Lawrence, you’ve finally arrived…”


    “How bad is it? Are there any details?” Frank asked, keen to find out anything before going inside.


    Yara shook her head. “I don’t know anything, but Vicky’s parents and Neil Turnbull are here with this


    ck–d man.”


    Frank frowned–he thought it would be a meeting among the Turnbulls, but having someone else


    changed things.


    “I’ll go take a look,” Frank said and headed inside Turnbull Vi.


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    He entered the drawing room to find Walter Turnbull, Susan Redford, Neil Turnbull, Cliff Dixon, and


    other bodyguards.


    Seated on the main chair was a middle–aged man with amanding presence.


    “Oh, Mr. Lawrence!” Walter hurried to Frank’s side when he saw him, delighted.


    “Mr. Turnbull, why was I asked toe so urgently?” Frank asked in curiosity, sitting down beside


    Walter.


    Water was left scratching his head awkwardly, and it was Susan who answered, “I heard you were


    given 40% of Grande Pharma shares. Is that true?”


    Frank nodded right then. “That’s right.”


    Susan inhaled deeply, “That’s why we called you here to hand over those shares. Naturally, we will pay


    you for it.”


    Frank did a double take.


    So they were just after his shares!


    Still, he smiled. “Well, I’m sorry, Mrs. Turnbull, but I can’t give you those shares.”


    “Frank Lawrence! Do you think you’re one of us?!” Neil mmed his hand on the table as he bellowed.


    “Vicky’s the one who did all the work in founding thepany! And you get 40% shares just because


    you had a recipe?!”