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After driving Winter and Mona to school, Frank stayed in his car as he called the private number Helen gave him.
"Hello?" Noel's tired voice could soon be heard.
"Ms. York? It's me, Frank Lawrence," Frank said nonchalantly. "How have you been doing? Would you care to make tfor a drink?" He naturally did not expect a star actress like her to say yes and was just making small talk.
As such, he did not expect Noel to stay silent for seconds before asking shortly, "Where?" "Huh..." A little stumped, Frank simply picked the first place that cto mind. "The Dynasty." "Got it," Noel replied and hung up without further ado.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrank scratched his head awkwardly—the invitation was just the lead, and he did not expect the star actress to take it.
Was he really that charming? Frank chuckled as he rubbed his chin and turned his Maybach to rush for The Dynasty. - As usual, the bar in The Dynasty was dimly lit as the wall speakers boomed with thunderous music.
The air swirled with the scent of alcohol, and anyone inside could hardly differentiate if it was light or dark outside.
Frank ordered a glass of fruit juice and waited at a booth seat, turning down several ladies trying to chat him up as he did, though they were probably interested in the Maybach key he left on the table.
Realizing that, he pocketed his key.
That was when a lady with a baseball cap and a BA ji skirt that bare her long legs strode through the front doors, looking around and clearly searching for soMcone.
A thug's eyes lit up right then, immediately able to tell that she was someone special.
"Hey, beautiful! Are you here alone?" he asked as he hurried to Noel, his hand outstretched and ready to cop a feel, but Noel strode past him.
"Oh, you have quick reflexes." The thug simply grinned, his hands getting even more unruly. "Con, beautiful.
What's the point of drinking alone? My boss happens to be here—let's drink together!" "No, I'm looking for someone," Noel snapped.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer voice was one of a kind, and the thug froze as soon as she spoke. "Holy crap, girl. You sound so familiar...
Were you on TV?" "Buzz off." Frank strode up to them just then, his face impassive as he told the thug to leave.
"Shit, boy! Do you even know who owns this place?!" The thug glared at him murderously for his pompous threat.
"Ugh." Frank sighed and pressed a palm on the thug's face to shove him away. "What the hell? I've been here so many times, but Kurt Stinson and Bravo Lambert just won't rein in their boys." The thug was already drunk, wobbling as he dropped on his rump.
Frank then turned to Noel as he apologized, "I'm sorry, Ms. York. This was a poor choice for a meeting place." "It's alright. | like this place's vibes, to be honest." Noel nodded.
She was wearing a mask, but Frank could tell from her eyes that she was smiling—and beautifully at that.
That was when the thug yelled, "Boss! Someone's causing trouble over here!"