Winter’s jaw could not close for a long while, as she had no idea what to say.

“F-Frank…?”

As she came to her senses, she asked in agitation, “Are you really Governor Quill’s grandson?!”

“Yeah.” Frank nodded.

However, Winter clearly did not notice the troubled look in his eyes and hung her head as she murmured to herself, “Great… I knew you were special and would succeed one day… And prove yourself…”

Frank chuckled when he saw that Winter was more thrilled than he was.

Patting her head, he reminded her, “Relying on family and connections isn’t really succeeding, kiddo.”