The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-The Yaffes‘ banquet took place in two days as scheduled.

Vicky, unaware of Frank’s recent escapades, drove to Frank’s hilltop mansion to bring him over.

As Frank stepped outside, he was surprised to see Yara with Vicky.

Still, it made sense for Yara to be invited too, since she was the Quill family’s heiress.

As Frank got in the car, he asked, “Why bring me along to a party for rich kids?”

“Hey, you’re one of us too,” Vicky giggled, patting Frank on the arm. “And you’re not going to embarrass yourself when I’m gracing you with my presence. Also, we can properly enjoy ourselves since this party is held exclusively for brats–the geezers won’t be showing up, not to mention that we haven’t hung out ever since Grande Pharma was founded.” Frank pursed his lips. “Amazing. You’re treating me with someone’s money!” “Oh, quit fussing with the details. Yara, drive.” They soon arrived at a prestigious clubhouse by the river, and the security guard took a moment to check who they were before letting them through.

The waitresses were all dressed in pretty dirndls, while the waiters wore elegant vests.

first floor was equipped with various gambling equipment, while to the back was a golf course and

on, let’s go for a

a traveler, he would be happy if he could ride a

to horse–riding–the latter really hurt the butt when one had

rich kids were really asking for

are Ferghana horses–they’re different.” Frank chuckled.

they were gone, Frank looked

just young people gathering–no one would be talking shop,

a cocktail and sat down in front of a slot

was so poor he soon