NovelAppMiles kept refusing, and it took Frank and Whitney considerable effort to persuade him into renting out his land for thirty grand per year.
It was spare change for Frank but something the old man dearly needed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I won't lie to you, kiddo, I'm all out of money. I'd probably die hungry if not for your money... You've really saved me! Please allowto show my gratitude!" He was ready to kneel, but Frank reacted quickly and caught him. "It's alright, sir! You don't have to pray to me-don't worry, no one will bully you as long as I'm around." However, tears were welling up in the old man's eyes, and he was chanting a prayer-all the good deeds he had done over his life were finally being repaid! After leaving Miles' shack, Whitney asked, "You don't have a place to stay, do you? You can stay at my place if you don't mind." "What's there to mind? Also, I'll pay the utility bills!" "No, it's fine!" Whitey promptly waved him off. "You've done Miles a huge favor, and I should thank you as the village chief." Frank ignored her and said, "How about ten grand per month? No, make it twenty to include utilities." Whitney was left shocked.
Twenty grand per month? Frank could even afford her mansion at this rate-city folks were really generous! Still, she nodded and smiled, since she could not refuse.
She cooked a storm for Frank that night and opened a couple of bottles of fine wine.
Pouring Frank a full glass, she exclaimed, "Sorry for troubling you with that mess, kiddo. Cheers!" "Cheers. I'm also counting on your help from now on." Frank nodded, clinking glasses with her before chugging his glass.
However, he did not forget why he had ceither and asked, "I'd also like to ask... Have you seen any strange folks in your village recently?" "Strange folks? You mean people who rent tand like you?" Whitney smiled nodding in understanding. "Worried that your colleagues would cand steal your research?" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesswn As Frank smiled and nodded, she assured him, "Don't worry-there weren't any such people.
Chandlerton is a quiet place, and there are more who leave than those who come." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesFrank smiled, not particularly surprised—he knew that the group after him was fully capable of being discreet. "Con, drink up! It's been a good day!" Crash! Frank was about to pour more wine when a rock crashed through the window, and he reached out, catching it! "Ah!!!" Whitney yelped in shock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt the stime, someone shouted outside, "Remember, this ain't your turf! Know your place, or you'd get fucked!" The loud blaring of bike engines could soon be heard, and Frank could tell that they would already have made it far.
Glancing at the rock he was holding, asking Whitney, "Who's their boss?" Whitney soon recovered from her shock and exclaimed, "It had to be Tej Gagne, a loan shark from the city! Word is that he's ov et well-connected!" Content belongs to en.kikistories"Well-connected?" Frank was immediately interested.
Well-connected and basically seeing Chandlerton as his turf...
He really doubted that someone like that had no connection to Stanley Durban's group.
"Do you know where he lives?" Frank asked Whitney.
Whitney frowned. "I don't, but there are plenty of folks in the village who are able to reach him... Why would you go looking for him?"
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