Novel - Drama Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Chapter 14
With Trevor’s case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.
That was when Sean said with a scowl, “Don’t worry. That good–for–nothing is just Vicky’s gigolo,
but
my father actually is her grandfather’s associate. I’m sure the man would understand with just a phone call.”
Gina finally remembered that he was there too. “Oh, Mr. Wesley! You really come through for us when
it matters!”
Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. “Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time.”
She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank–the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings ‘ future!
Sean whipped out his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the head of his household.
“What is it? Why are you calling this late?” James growled.
Sean promptly pleaded, “Dad, could you ask George Turnbull to give my friend a project?”
“What?!” James promptly snapped. “Have you lost your mind?! What even gave you the idea that I can speak up in that man’s presence?! Even if I was allowed an audience, do you think I’m even capable of changing his mind?! Just suck up to Ms. Turnbull already. Everything else is pointless!”
And with that, he hung up, leaving Sean scratching his head exasperatedly.
He started to head back, wondering how he would explain this to Helen.
He had been playing the long game but had yet to sleep with her–there was no way he could give up now!
Gina saw him hang up and promptly asked, “How did it go, Mr. Wesley? What did your father say?” novelbin
Sean avoided her gaze but forced a smile and braced herself as he said, “Don’t worry. My father has already agreed to it–he’s probably calling Mr. Turnbull as we speak.”
Gina breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Phew… That’s great!”
Helen was relieved too and told Sean solemnly, “Thank you so much, Mr. Wesley.”
Sean chuckled cheerfully. “Come on, don’t say that.”
Meanwhile, Vicky and Frank had headed upstairs to a private room, where she poured him a glass of wine.
“Mr. Lawrence, you don’t mind me acting on my own volition, do you?” she asked.
Frank was seated cross–legged as he replied flatly, “I actually thought you were holding back.”
“Then I’ll remember not to hold back next time,” Vicky said with a giggle. “I presume you’ve heard about the West City project?”
Frank nodded. “I have.”
After all, Trevor would report Helen’s every move to him, and they had secured that project while they were still business partners. 1
Vicky brough up a long, narrow wooden box just then.
“Your ex–wife actually met my father and gave us this–a 100–year panacea cap. She really wanted that project, but my father didn’t know she was your ex–wife. Just say the word, and I’ll have them all kicked out of this banquet hall.”
Frank frowned in thought, and asked, “Who would’ve been given the project before this?”
“Trevor, of course,” Vicky admitted. “But he’s turning down Riverton projects now. As for Lane Holdings, they are actually a suitable candidate despite being a new enterprise, since they worked with Trevor before and gained experience as well as ability.”
Now, the fate of Lane Holdings all depended on what Frank would say!