Frank nodded. "You're right, debts must be paid—so tell me, how much does she owe?"
"Five hundred grand!"
"Fine. What's your account number?"
The burly men were left trading glances, and the bald leader asked, "Wait, are you paying for her?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Frank asked in return, having taken out his phone.
"Good, as long as someone pays up!"
The bald leader gave Frank an account number, and he wired the money without another word.
Seeing the notification of the transfer, the bald leader was suddenly fawning all over Frank. "The name's Caleb Godot. I have some influence around these parts, and I'm what you call a financier. Just call me anytime you need some cash!"
He even offered Frank a business card and did not push his luck although Frank did not take it, then left his thugs.
Nonetheless, Frank's generosity surprised the old woman in the house, and she quickly opened the door for him when she saw that the bald man and the thugs were gone.
"You're such a good egg, boy! Come on in!" she greeted him warmly.
She poured them tea after they went in and took their seats, asking gingerly, "What's your relationship with Luis Tucker, boy?"
Frank lied, "We're relatives. I came to find out what he's doing these days."
"Oh, so that's why!" The old woman realized with a start. "That explains why you have that money too. Luis was the one who took that loan—I was just his guarantor! But that brat ended up bailing, while I got screwed over. I'd really rather not talk about him if I can!"
"She's my colleague," Frank explained. "I can't bring her running around with me since I have things to do. Would you mind letting her stay at your place for a while?"
Whitney was jealous, but since Lara was with Frank, she decided she really should not get all hostile. Nodding, she said, "Just leave her to me. Don't worry!"
Frank smiled and nodded before getting into the Range Rover and driving to the apartment. He sneaked upstairs into Luis' unit, hid in a corner, and quietly returned for his return.
He had to wait until two in the morning when he heard rushed breathing and quietly strode over.
It was pitch-black inside, so the man did not see Frank.
And it was by the time he felt Frank catching him by the wrist!
Startled, he exclaimed, "Who are you?!"
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