The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-Aria was sweating over her brow even as she stood at a corner.

At White Court Hotel, she had set things up so that Frank believed he had a drunken fumble with her.

She knew there were cameras in the hallways and the elevators, but there were voyeurs too…?!

Did that mean that what she did that night was recorded, and Eron’s daughter wanted to tell Frank about that?

Forget Frank’s fury once he was found out and take back everything he gave her—the life in glamor and riches she envisioned would go up in smoke!

Even as the thought struck her, Aria forced a smile as he turned toward Frank.

“I’m a little tired. I’ll go to my room now.”

“Yeah, sure,” Frank replied, already suspicious after seeing her unusual reaction.

and had overwhelming self-restraint, not to mention that he checked

if he really passed out drunk, how would

his suspicions in the first place but

was a girl like Aria devious enough to arrange all of

running into Jean Zims at Grande Square, and what she said echoed in his mind: “Just watch your back—that

sure that Aria had set him

fortunate he had not been

must produce evidence to back his suspicions, or he could not do anything if Aria got stubborn

likely had the evidence of what went down

that case, a trip to White Hall

hesitation, he told Eron, “It’s late now, but

“Great!” Eron exclaimed contentedly.

a little before

was wondering about one thing—Eron was obviously conspiring