The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Kait turned stiffly toward Frank, as if his joint had rusted.

He never imagined that the brat would know Kurt. To make things worse, Kurt was respectful –even deferring to him!

Who the hell was h he?

“It’s my sister’s birthday,” Frank said quietly just then. “I came to celebrate with her, but that bastard over there demanded her to be his hostess.”

“What?!” Kurt was furious–biological connections notwithstanding, if Frank said Winter was her sister, then she was his sister.

Kait must have lost his marbles to have asked her to be his hostess!

not have bothered to talk to Kait

Kait, Kurt promptly shoved his shoe on his face. “Are you fucking with me? Telling Mr. Lawrence’s sister to be your hostess?!” Kait

turned toward Frank. “What should we do with him?” Frank remained impassive as he said icily, “What’s the

the goons behind him promptly dragged Kait down the hallway. Kait turned pale and cried, “No, please! Mr.

give me a chance…” As he disappeared from the other end of the hallway,

the others certainly knew what would happen to Kait

that this happened to you on my turf, Mr. Lawrence. Why don’t I get you another room, where you can have some fun and forget about. that mess?” Frank waved him off. “It’s not your fault, and he’s not one of yours. We’re

asking under her breath, “Who’s Mr. Lawrence, honestly? Even some kingpin is bending himself backward around him.” The man may be stingy with that dollar store gift, but

“I–I don’t know…”