The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Cram quickly said, “Don’t reject me in a hurry, Mr. Lawrence. I’m buying the recipe, not demanding it—moreover, we can keep working together in the future.

Or are you intent on having Vicky Turnbull as your sugar mommy for life?

Really? A man of your talents?” Frank laughed at that.

Cram, however, thought he was on to something since Frank did not argue and quickly added, “My family is no dynasty, but if you join me, we can build an empire where we reap all the benefits!”

“That’s enough.” Frank raised a hand to stop him. “I’ll say it one last time–I’ll never give you the Rejuvenation Pill or work with you. You can leave.” Did Cram even know how influential the Turnbulls really were? Was he that stupid to believe Frank would trade the Turnbulls for him?!

Cram frowned. “This is your chance at a new lease of life, Mr. Lawrence. You’d better think about it–I’m as sincere as I can be, so don’t spit on my kindness.” In Cram’s mind, Frank had a lot to gain in working for him–a gigolo like him would never get a better life otherwise!

Frank laughed coldly in turn. “What if I spit on your kindness? What are you going to do about it?” He actually thought Cram was reasonable, only for the latter to start threatening him as soon as he was refused.

not surprising that Zeb was Cram’s son–birds of the same feather truly

narrowed his eyes and growled coolly, “Well, I can’t do anything to you… would become horrible soon enough. Dealing with you couldn’t be simpler.” but your life “Hmph.” Frank snorted in

left pointing at the door,

he would be disrespected like this when he

he stormed off, he vowed to show Frank what he

Frank returned

was up against the Salazars, and he was certainly not about to worry about

a more pressing issue, and that was

and to call Trevor if anything happened