224, Atlantic City's Welfare

In June, Atlantic City basked in sunshine that carried a hint of warmth no longer chilled by the ocean breezes.

Donnie, dressed in casual attire, lounge-seated in the garden of his seaside mansion, with the Atlantic Ocean unfolding golden waves under the sun's rays in the distance.

Helen brought Donnie a jacket, then laid herself next to him, wearing a swimsuit that covered her thighs.

After two months of speaking engagements and a deluge of funding, WRPA had become an organization with considerable influence in Ohio, and Helen took this opportunity to return to the seaside mansion for some rest.

"Robert asked me to thank you!"

Helen said to Donnie.

The greater WRPA's influence in Ohio, the better for Robert.

"We're all family here, there's no need for that!" Donnie picked up his sunglasses and put them on, shielding his eyes from the increasingly glaring sunlight.