The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After some thought, Frank took a deep breath and said, “Denying a person income is no different from murder–if you’ve already considered giving them the project, Ms. Turnbull, I have no cause to tell you to do otherwise.” Vicky smiled at Frank as she studied him. “It seems to me that you’re just not keen on pushing them too far. Linger attachment to Ms. Lane, perhaps?” “If that’s what you think of me…” Frank shot her a look. “Can’t say anything to that.

“Have you not considered taking in a new lover now that you’re single, Mr.

Lawrence?” Frank shook his head. “Not interested.” Vicky pursed her lips–his response was somewhat a killjoy.

Still, she did not press the issue.

She certainly could not hurry things since Frank had just divorced Helen a couple of days ago.

“Well, I’m sure you’re more interested in herbal treasures,” she said, nonchalantly opening the box. You can have this panacea cap…” A faint sweet aroma swirled into the air immediately, and Frank was promptly focused as he studied the panacea cap meticulously.

were looking at me!” 11 Frank completely ignored her, however, and suddenly shook his head in disappointment. “It’s a

fake to my house as a gift?!” Frank shrugged. “It’s 50 years old at best. No chance it’s a centennial.” For panacea caps, its medical efficacy would differ greatly even if there was just

Vicky was all too aware of

is more or less useful. Why don’t

not have any moment right now. “Also, I’m going if there’s nothing else…” “Actually, if you

like to introduce you to an illustrious gentleman. I’ll have someone deliver the panacea cap to your penthouse later.” “Thank you,” Frank said

him, once again behaving like a fishwife now that Vicky was gone. did you

just then. “I believe you, Frank. And I know that you’re upset with me, but I’d rather you didn’t cheapen yourself. Vicky Turnbull