Conrad’s face darkened. “If you do, I’ll make you swallow every drop.”
Lillian thought she was hallucinating. How could she still be hearing that jerk Conrad’s voice all the way here? She must have been drunk.
“Another drink! And I want grapes! And 20 more young, cute guys! Naked and dancing!”
Conrad’s jaw clenched in frustration.
She had the nerve to come here and put on this little show?
And asking for 20 more?
Unbelievable.
He’d driven there at breakneck speed, and now he was storming out, looking furious. But before he could even say a word-
“Uggh-”
The big, towering figure froze.
His bodyguards stood there, stunned.
“Lillian!!!” Conrad roared.
They were at the nearest five-star hotel.
Conrad had practically dragged Lillian there, but she was putting up a fight the entire way-crying, yelling, and even cursing him out.
Today, he got to see her true colors. Who the hell had told him Lillian was some demure, classy young lady from a wealthy family? She was acting like a wild banshee!
Conrad finally had enough. He ordered two bodyguards to keep an eye on her, then went upstairs to shower. If he had to look at her another second, he’d explode.
Lillian couldn’t care less where that jerk had gone. After sitting in the lobby and getting overheated, she stumbled outside to sit by the flower bed and threw up a couple of times.
Meanwhile, Conrad was minding his own business in the shower, unaware that the group chat was blowing up.
Hogan was still ranting, “Who the hell took Lillian? Where is she? Damn it!”
He’d lost her right under his nose, and if Conrad found out, he might kill him for it.
Ford was waiting in the living room when Conrad came out of the shower, still feeling like he couldn’t shake the smell.
“Mr. Conrad, Miss Lillian doesn’t want to come up. She’s sitting by the flower bed downstairs.”
“If she doesn’t want to come up, let her sit out there in the cold. You want me to go down and sing her a lullaby?”
Ungrateful brat. She could freeze for all he cared.
Irritated, Conrad yanked at his bathrobe and went back into the bathroom. If it wasn’t Lillian, he’d snap her neck right then and there!
Lillian, holding her head, noticed someone standing near her. She looked up, and there was a man looking at her.
“Lillian?” The man’s voice was gentle, and seeing her sitting by the flower bed in such a thin outfit, he quickly took off his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders.
Lillian stared at him, dazed.
“What are you doing here by yourself? I thought I was seeing things.” Frank reached out, trying to feel her forehead.
Lillian instinctively pulled away.
Frank’s hand froze, and he looked down. “Have you been drinking? Do you need me to take you home?”
After a long pause, she finally recognized him. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I’m here for a business meeting. I went to see Grandma last week, but you weren’t around, so I left a message with the nurse. Did you get it?” Frank asked gently.
Of course, Lillian had received it, though it wasn’t convenient for her to get in touch with him.
Frank was adopted by her father, Alvin, though rumors outside said he might be Alvin’s illegitimate son. He only came home for holidays to have meals with her and call her father “Dad.”
He was a brilliant student and had a handsome, refined appearance. After graduating, he worked at the Lewis Family Group, staying by her father’s side and running around with him whenever he needed.
But Frank’s influence wasn’t enough to keep the business from going under. And besides, he was only the adopted son-the Lewis family’s debts didn’t concern him.
“You’ve got your own life to live now. Stop worrying about me.” Lillian spoke, trying to stand up, but Frank held her steady. “Let me take you home. Where are you staying?”
Lillian thought for a moment and called Melissa. She’d been so out of it, she hadn’t even noticed where Melissa had gone.
The phone connected, but all she heard was some… erotic background noise, followed by George’s annoyed voice, “Busy. Whatever it is, call back tomorrow!”
Then there was a loud “click,” and he hung up on her.
Lillian was speechless.
“You go on. I’ll call a cab home myself,” she said, though she wasn’t quite sure where she’d even go.
Frank wanted to see her home, but Lillian slipped off his jacket and handed it back to him. “Frank, you’ve already done more than enough for me. Now you’ve finally got your own career-heard you even started a company. I wish you all the success.”
“We’re family, Lillian. Why are you saying all this?” He walked after her. “Just remember, if you ever need me, I’m always here for you.”
Lillian didn’t respond. She flagged down a cab. “I’ll be going now.”
“I’m visiting Grandma this Saturday. You can’t turn me down for that.”
She nodded, then got in the car and told the driver to head to the hospital. The bodyguards, without orders from Conrad, had no choice but to follow her in their car.
Frank stood there watching until the cab was out of sight.
Meanwhile, Conrad had scrubbed himself down six times before he finally felt free of that smell.
“Where is she? Is she still counting ants downstairs?” he asked, lighting a cigarette as he sat on the couch.
Ford replied, “Miss Lillian went to the hospital. She’s probably visiting her grandma. Now, the codes for both the Taylor Mansion and the Hillside Villa have been changed, so she can’t go back there. As for the properties you gifted her, she could go there anytime, but it seems she hasn’t.”
Conrad gave a cold laugh.
Ford hesitated. “Since you didn’t specifically order her to come upstairs, the guys weren’t sure what to do. They just followed her. Should we bring her back?”
“Bring her back? So she can throw up on me again? She wants to fly, huh? I’d like to see just how high she thinks she can go without me.”
She had some nerve if she thought she’d be his one and only. She’d forgotten her place.
“What about the White family banquet? Are you still attending?”
“Oh, I’ll be there. Those old folks can’t wait to throw money my way. Who would turn down business when it’s handed to them?” Conrad leaned back in his chair, looking amused.
Ford asked, “And about Miss Lillian?”
Conrad shot him a look, and Ford immediately fell silent.