Chapter 114
Frank asked, “Did they come for revenge?”
“I’m not sure. But we’ll know once we meet them,” Vicky replied, shaking her head.
Even if they did not know what the other side was planning, Vicky was not about to be cowed.
She strode forward toward the appointed meeting place, with Frank and Yara quietly following her.
They soon arrived at the edge of a hallway and entered the glamorous private room to see a middle–aged man dressed in a suit sitting in the middle and twirling with a wine glass leisurely. His name was Donald Salazar, and he was the second heir of the Salazars who was in charge of all family affairs.
All three men had sharp gazes and their very presence was menacing, making it obvious that they were the middle–aged man’s b*dyguards. And of the three, one was an elderly white–haired man dressed in traditional robes, while the other two were young and robust.
Seeing that Vicky had arrived, the middle–aged man put down his glass and flashed an affable smile. “You’ve kept me waiting, Ms. Turnbull.”
Vicky sat down opposite him and smiled in turn. “Sorry for being late, Mr. Salazar. I was just hosting a groundbreaking ceremony for a new project.”
Donald waved her off nonchalantly. “It’s no issue I’ve just arrived myself.”
Having no intention to run in circles, Vicky asked bluntly right then, “Mr. Salazar, have you come to demand an apology?”
“Are
you talking about those three fringe relatives slash idiots?” Donald chuckled. “They only have themselves to blame for losing. I have no interest in avenging them–I’ve only come to discuss business with you, Ms. Turnbull.”
Vicky nodded thoughtfully, “I welcome you with open arms in that case. What business, if I may ask?”
Donald glanced at Frank and Yara behind Vicky, and he said, “The numbers of this partnership are astronomical. And you know what they say the walls have ears. Why don’t we speak in private?”
With those words, he waved, and his three b*dyguards left.
Vicky frowned, but she had no reason to be wary If Donald sent his b*dyguards
away.
Turning toward Frank and Yard, she said, “Wait for me outside.”
Frank and Yara exchanged looks but quietly left and closed the door behind. themselves, standing quietly outside with Donald’s b*dyguards.
The elderly white–haired man studied Frank and Yara and suddenly smiled, before nodding politely. “Jaud White, at your service. That said, I’m surprised Ms. Turnbull’s b*dyguards are so young, but I’m sure you’re students or heirs of famous clans yourself… May I have the honor of your names?”
Yara nodded in turn. “Yara Quill of Riverton.”
“Frank Lawrence.”
“Ms. Quill… Could you be the governor’s daughter?” Jaud asked in curiosity.
Yara’s expression cooled, but she nodded.
“I see.” Jaud nodded before turning to Frank. “Apologies, I’m not familiar with any Lawrences in Riverton… Are you perhaps not local?”
“I’m just a nob*dy,” Frank replied. “An unaffiliated drifter.”
At the same time, he was wondering why the geezer would ask about their backgrounds out of the blue.
Still, not one to be outdone, he asked, “Where did you train, sir?”
Jaud laughed. “I’m unaffiliated like yourself–I’ve simply learned some medicine. up in the mountains with my mentor, after which Mr. Salazar took me under his wing.”
Frank nodded, but obviously neither of them would expose themselves before they decided if the other was friend or foe barring Yara–being the governor’s daughter, she had nothing to worry about.
Just then, Jaud suggested, “I’m sure Mr. Salazar and Ms. Turnbull will be here for a while. Why don’t we kill time with a little sparring session?”
Frank was inwardly amused–so the geezer was actually waiting for him and
Yara.
