The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank smiled as he tried to be as friendly as possible. “Just call me Frank. You don’t have to be so formal with me.” However, the more friendly he was, the more wary Fred became. He was also further convinced that Frank was up to something.

Fred’s phone rang just then, and he quickly answered it when he saw the number.

Frank had no idea who it was but could not help frowning as he could hear the man on the other end snapping, “What the fuck have you been doing, Mr.

Lawrence?! Are you going to fulfill your quota for this month or not?!” Opposite Frank, Fred apologized profusely and humbly. “Of course, boss! I’ll definitely get it done…” “If you don’t meet the quota, you can pick up your things and leave!” Fred kept apologizing until he hung up, and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Still, he was soon left feeling awkward as he noticed Frank staring fixedly at him. “Haha… Sorry for that mess.” Frank did not tease him for it at all. “I guess estates aren’t selling well in this economy?” “Yeah.” Fred nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I know a couple friends who can arrange for easier work for you.” Frank smiled. ” You won’t have to run everywhere every day, at least.” Fred was left staring at him in bemusement. “Mr. Lawrence, why are you being so nice to me… Or should I say, my family? What is it you want?” He certainly wanted to know what motivated Frank.

being nice because… you look like a man with a destiny.” Fred pursed his lips–that was too ridiculous an

smile, with Fred deciding not to take the

think I’ll pass,”

call me anytime you need help.” After they finished dinner and left the snackbar,

his head. “I’m fine–I brought

that Frank wanted to drive him home to peek at Winter, and he

again, Frank did

turned to see that a BMW just knocked down his moped, and a boor wearing several gold chains

the problem, sir?” “Is that yours?”