Frank's Maybach drove into Lane Manor soon enough.
Frank felt emotional even as he stared at the building—the last time he had gone inside was during Henry Lane's funeral.
He made up his mind to have Helen move into Skywater Bay with him as well.
Cindy and Gina could have the manor if they knew their place and stopped messing with him.
Still, his phone rang just as he was about to press the doorbell.
It was an unfamiliar number, but Frank answered without hesitation.
"I'm surprised you're alive, Frank," an ancient but authoritative voice spoke from the other end.
Frank's fingers clenched around his phone—the voice invoked all sorts of memories from the past.
Taking a moment to calm down as much as possible, he soon replied flatly, "You do indeed seem surprised."
"Hoho… Holding a grudge now are we, boy?"
The voice seemed to pierce Frank in the brain, striking a nerve.
Still, Frank changed the subject instead of answering. "Hans, huh?"
"Nope. You've really moved heaven and earth over at Riverton that even I heard about it all the way from Cloudington. I mean, crashing a wedding? Your temper's really never changed…"
"No, I won't," Frank retorted coolly, his gaze determined. "Our wager still stands, old man. I'll reach beyond Ascendant rank, perhaps even reaching Immortal rank! When that happens, I shall return your insult by a hundredfold!"
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Over at Cloudington, a city in Draconia's southern borders, a quiet sigh could be heard.
Reclining against his wooden armchair, Godwin put down his phone and stared outside, spacing out as the bamboo forest rustled against the wind.
"Fret not, my lord. Master Frank will come around eventually." His white-haired valet smiled in assurance.
Godwin sighed softly even as he picked up his cup from the table. "How long have you been working for me again, Fenton?"
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