Vicky raised a brow, her meaning all too clear.


    Frank said quietly in turn, "Anyway, I helped Bravo Lambert reim a plot ofnd that his gang rented


    to the Szars. The Szars built a factory over it, and their precision machinery for producing


    pharmaceutical products is still in there."


    "Really?" Vicky''s eyes lit up.


    "Exactly. After we took back thend, I rented the factory from Bravo, so I''m going to—"


    "Aha! I expect nothing less from my head of pharmaceutical research." Vicky cut him short.


    "So? How much is Bravo asking for? I''m taking everything," she said, adding with a wink. "You''d get a


    twenty percent revenue cut too."


    "No," Frank shook his head. "I intend to sell the factory to Helen and Lane Holdings."


    "What?!" Vicky sprang to her feet before sighing in disappointment. "I see—I get it now. I still have work


    to do, so I''ll be going."


    Frank caught her wrist before she could leave, frowning, "I''m not finished."


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    "What''s there to say now?" Vicky chuckled, repressing her misery as she turned toward Helen.


    "Congrattions, you''ve won."


    Helen actually felt surprised and troubled that Vicky would suddenly throw in the towel, and she got up


    as well, suggesting, "We can split the factory."


    "Don''t pity me, Helen Lane." Vicky smiled bitterly, knowing from what Frank said that in his heart, she


    still did not measure up to Helen.


    And to think this was how it ended after she had sacrificed so much for him—Vicky couldugh at


    herself.


    "Just listen to me." Frank had read her mind from one nce, sighing exasperatedly. "Lane Holdings


    will be pouring in investment and human resources, while you''ll provide expertise and technology. That


    way, both of you can be proper partners—splitting the factory''s ownership would only cause further


    conflict instead, no?"


    Both women stared at Frank in confusion.


    Helen was going to speak but could not, whereas Vicky remained as blunt and as carefree as she was.


    Folding her arms before her chest, she eximed in surprise, "Oh my... Two-timing, Frank? You''ve


    really got balls."


    That''s not what I want!" Frank retorted, swiping the sweat off his brow.


    Vicky kept smiling at him. "You don''t want to upset me but can''t bear to part from your ex-wife. Do you


    really think you can have your cake and eat it?"


    "Yeah." Helen sighed. "You disappoint me, Frank."


    "I just want you both to work together and make money!" Frank cried, feeling a head-splitting migraine


    just then. "That''s all!"


    "Fine, that will do. Guess I''ll just have topromise here." Vicky sighed, ncing at Helen and


    snorting.