Female Novel
Chatper 503
Vicky blinked as she watched Frank drive into the parking lot without a care. "What, are you really
giving up on Helen?"
Frank stayed silent as he stopped the car and alighted, making a beeline for The Dynasty.
Vicky stood in his way right then and smiled. "Still nursing a stubborn streak? Look—I consider Helen
my rival, but winning like this is boring. Get back in the car already. Also, I'm interested in what the
Graves family is cooking."
"Go if you want to." Frank started to stride past her.
Vicky caught him by the wrist. "Running away solves nothing. Come with me—also, you're my
bodyguard, and you'll have to explain yourself if I get hurt."
Her pretty, mischievous smile left Frank nodding in exasperation—he really could not win against her.
This time, Vicky drove and soon caught up to Chaz's BMW by the junction, waiting for the light.
"Where do you think they're going?" Vicky mused.
"Do you have to ask?" Frank chuckled despite his frustration and pointed at White Court Hotel just
down the road. "There."
"Wow, you're right." Vicky snorted in surprise as she watched the BMW turn and drive into the hotel
parking lot.
Frank remained impassive, folding his arms before his chest—he had long since figured out how
Chaz's thought process worked.
He almost had his way with Helen at Riverplex Dojo, and he was not about to let another chance slip.
"It's consensual. So what are we doing here?" Frank snorted, though he was still unsettled inside.
"Shush." Vicky silenced him, and they both watched the BMW quietly at that.
Soon, Helen was dragged out of the car and into the hotel entrance, her arms restrained by the two
bodyguards and looking clearly drunk herself.
Vicky tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, smiling smugly. "I knew it. Helen would never be
interested."
Frank frowned. "I still don't see how this is my business. I told you I've burnt all bridges with the Lanes."
Vicky did not expose him right then and grinned instead. "Sure, you did. But you're not just going to
watch your ex-wife being defiled by that bastard, are you? Can your conscience really take it?"
Frank sighed lengthily, but just as he was about to move, Vicky's expression suddenly turned somber
and she pressed a hand on his shoulder. "Hold it."
"What now?"
Still, as he followed Vicky's gaze, he saw a white Mercedes driving into White Court Hotel as well.
"That's Neil's car," Vicky said in curiosity. "What is he doing here?"
Frank stayed silent, and watched with Vicky as Chaz stepped out of the White Court Hotel, greetingnovelbin
Neil Turnbull with a smile before going into the lobby with him.
"Come on. Let's see what those two bastards are up to," Vicky said as she slid quietly out of the car.
It amused Frank to see her react like that, though he was also getting impatient.
Vicky was right about his conscience hurting that Chaz made Helen get drunk and took her to a hotel.
"Stupid girl..." he swore under his breath.
"Shush." Vicky put a finger on her lips as they sneaked beneath the hotel window, where they could
eavesdrop on Chaz's conversation with Neil.
"Are you serious, Mr. Graves?" Neil could be heard asking.
Being the second son of the main Turnbull family, Neil never thought highly of the Graves family.