NovelOnlineFrank was weary when he left the cafe and decided that he would absolutely refuse Helen if he had any other similar requests in the future.
Still, he stared at the black Maserati convertible parked outside, while Juno's words echoed in his mind: "Being my enemy does you no good. Acceptlike a good boy, and I will provide you with Draconian information that you desire. Take this piece of information as a show of sincerity-there's an unfinished construction project sitting in the outskirts of Zamri. However, you could ask Ms. Lane to pick it up, since the government would take it back for demotion in a few days. By then, the value would multiply tenfold!" "Where did you get that information from?" Frank asked right then.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJuno simply flashed him a mysterious smile. "That's a secret, unless you say yes...' As such, once he left the cafe, Frank whipped out his phone to call Trevor Zurich.
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence?" Trevor answered right away, respectful as ever.
"Helplook into this woman named Juno Enigma," Frank said.
"Juno Enigma...?" Trevor sounded a little surprised.
"What, you know her?" || "Just bits and pieces," Trevor replied, uncertain. "She stands at the top of Blackrank, though not by brute strength-she is the top information broker in Draconia. Her services are expensive but always accurate, and her whereabouts are never certain. There have been bounties put on her head, but no one could really find her, which is how she earned her name." Pausing, Trevor asked tentatively, "Why ask about her, Mr. Lawrence? Could you have seen her in person?" "Yeah." Frank nodded.
It was now not surprising why Juno was so confident-she was both the top Blackrank and the best information broker in Draconia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven if Frank had no idea what she was up to, Frank was convinced that it would be no mistake to be wary of her.
Meanwhile, inside the cafe, Juno had her legs crossed as she slowly put on a pair of shades.
She finished her coffee and watched as Frank's Maybach left, smiling.
enigmatically. "We're both vagabonds without a place to call home... Donn." ŚwFrank stayed the night at Turnbull Estate, getting Vicky to remain there to rest and recover while giving her a box of ointment.
The next day, he drove straight to lZamri, intent on clearing the misunderstanding with Helen since he could not reach her phone since last night. He headed straight to Lanecorp, only to open Helen's office door and find Peter Lane sitting on Helen's armchair.
He was busy using his phone and so engrossed that he was cursing unintelligibly from tto time.
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