The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank took a sip of wine after clinking glasses with Titus but soon noticed something as the liquid slid down his throat.

"What..." He frowned, glancing at the dark-red wine.

"Problem?" Titus asked. "That's a special grade Romanee-Conti, imported from Franconia. They produce less than 400 barrels each year, but 200 of those have been brought here expressly for this banquet."

After his commentary, Titus made a look of dramatic realization. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence—I've forgotten that hillbillies like you never get to experience such fine wine, let alone relish the exquisiteness in its taste."

Nearby, Yonca hid her laughter behind her palm, while other Turnbull family members frowned at Frank too.

Who was he? Why had they not seen him around before?

His very presence was a polar opposite from the glitz and glamor of the banquet hall, so they couldn't help being curious.

Still, Frank wasn't frustrated, even smiling and nodding. "Hehe... There really is something special about this wine that I can't appreciate. I guess only someone as highbrow as you can appreciate it, Mr. Lionheart."

reaction actually

young gentleman? Is

a woman in her twenties approached them. She was wearing a

soon as he

He's just a healer who's lodging in our residence because

towards Frank even as her face

was beautiful, her eyes bright and her

gesture was bewitching as well—no man could tear

Frank, her smile almost left Frank

she breathed sweetly, her lips parting just enough as she

Since you've brought this wine, I won't be such a buzzkill to shower further contempt—and you know what they