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.

while to the back was

horses, and Vicky was pulling Frank along too. ” Come on, let’s go for a ride–we

if he

contrast to horse–riding–the latter really hurt the butt

were really asking for

had more than my fair share of horses during my time as a farmer. You ladies should go.” “Tch.” Vicky clicked her tongue. “These are Ferghana horses–they’re different.” Frank chuckled. “They can’t really

gone, Frank looked

nice seeing just young people gathering–no one would be

up a cocktail and sat down in front of

luck was so poor