Helen frowned and sighed. “So… we’re giving up?”
To be honest, she really did not want Kallum to win, but this was an impossible task and she should not push herself.
“Of course we’re not giving up.” Frank smiled and nodded at Helen. “I have an idea. Just head back to Lanecorp and wait.” “Really?” Helen was skeptical, but since Frank had put it that way, she could only nod and tell Frank not to push his luck. After she drove away, Frank stretched his back. “Alright, now let’s go meet the richest man on the East Coast.”
He left the mansion and took a cab at the main street and told the cabbie, “Grand Coast Hotel.”
It was the same hotel where he and Helen were staying.
“Hello?”
The balding Gene Pearce answered the phone at the living area. He was wearing a bathrobe, and despite being the richest man of the East Coast, he was clearly in bad shape, with his face and lips showing blackness.
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Pearce. There’s a young man named Mr. Lawrence who’s asking to see you.”
“See me?”
Gene reclined against his arm chair, looking out through the window at the cityscape of Zamri and snickered, “So you’re saying anyone gets to see me just because they ask? Tell him that he’s lucky I’m not upset, and show him the door.”
With that, he hung up.
However, the phone rang again in less than five seconds, leaving Gene scowling as he picked up the phone, “What the hell? I said I don’t want to see anyone! Do you-“
“Haha, Mr. Pearce…” A young man’s voice spoke from the other end.
Gene paused, somehow finding the voice familiar.
Hence, he mustered what patience he had, asking with a frown, “You’re the one who asked for me? Who are you?”
“Hehe. You don’t know me, but I can help you with my illness.”
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Gene scrambled off his chair at Frank’s offer, his eyes suddenly sharp. My illness is a well-kept secret, my friend. How did you find out?”
“I have my sources, naturally,” Frank replied, sitting down behind the front desk and glancing at the two receptionists he left unconscious on the floor. “Also, I’m aware that you’ve been buying many land lots to build mansions where you could test and recover, or am I mistaken?
Gene felt a drop of sweat trickling down his cheek as he listened.
The young man knew about his whereabouts, his illness and why he was buying land?
Who on earth was he?
At the same time, Frank added, “I think I should say outright that I bear no ill will, Mr. Pearce. I’ve come to you offering a deal.”
“What deal?” Gene asked, hesitant.
“I can cure your illness, and in return…”
“What do you want?” Gene’s eyes widened, gulping.
