The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After a while, Lydia returned with two contracts.

Frank quickly signed them and had his card swiped for payment.

Once the paperwork was done, Lydia handed them the car keys while asking, “Are you going to drive the car, or shall we deliver them to your residence?” “I’ll drive.” “Okay. Shall we get the cars now, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank nodded and had Janet come along as Lydia led them to the warehouse.

As they arrived, an E–class Mercedes stopped beside them, with Mr. Lambert and Marian alighting.

Frank glanced at them, and saw that Marian’s clothes were a mess even as she wrapped her hands around Mr. Lambert’s arm.

It’s good, but it just falls short of my expectations. I think I’ll check out the

I’m busy. I’ll come talk to you some other day.” And with that, he left in a

left seething–the man had his fun, and then refused to

swindled her,

it out on him. “What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen a pretty face before?” Frank snorted and shook her head, while Lydia quickly said, “Here’s your Maybach, Mr. Lawrence.‘ Π “What?!” Marian

get tricked, girlie. You’d be taken for a ride.” “Get tricked?” Lydia simply smiled. “But Mr. Lawrence has

Marian was left staring as Frank got into the Maybach, never expecting that the young couple whom she belittled bought the most expensive

or I’d never have made any sales.” Marian almost choked, though she had no choice but to grit her

the key to the other Maybach, they drove