Love At The Right Price

Chapter 21

Gasp. The atmosphere turned stiff, and only sounds of gasps could be heard from the crowd.

e booth was dumbfounded as this sudden development caught them off guard.

Fabian Lewis approached Harold at the speed of light with a nosy expression. “Mr. Brandt, what’s up with this chick? Does she have a death wish or what? How dare she ask President Holt to accompany her for a drink?”

Someone else chimed in, “Yes, it’s a pity that she’s such a beauty. If it were us, we might not care about what she’s done. But she just had to pick President Holt, who has the worst temper and refuses to get close to a woman. It’s over for her, I’m afraid.”

After all, in their eyes, Frank was not a man who knew how to appreciate women.

Harold was completely terrified and did not dare to look at Frank at all. He was even thinking about running away. “You’re right, it’s over. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have come to Witt Bar even if it kills me.”

had always liked beautiful women, and they all thought that he was acting like this because he was lamenting Tamara. But only he knew that it was not Frank or

It was him who had dragged Frank here and called the beautiful ladies over… He was just trying to take Frank, the eldest young master of the Holt Family, to have some

One of them was her grandson, and the other was her granddaughter-in-law. He, an outsider, couldn’t afford

that something interesting was about to happen, Fabian grabbed Harold and said with great interest, “How do

his fists. Tamara’s gonna be fine, but if I don’t run away

hair out, he heard

a simple word, but it was as if everyone had been struck with a bolt of lightning. Did we mishear? Or did President Holt make a mistake? Not only did he not

been struck by lightning. He couldn’t remember when Frank had become so good-tempered. Even if she is his son’s mother, it’s still too much for her to treat him like a host

taken aback as well. She hadn’t expected him to agree so

He raised his eyebrows and said in a low and rich

be it.” Tamara wasn’t the type to dilly-dally either. With a wave of her small hand,