The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The old man then held out a vase covered in oil paper. "If you're interested, I have a jade vase here for just 500 grand-how about it?" "A jade vase?"

Frank took the jade vase and shook his head after a brief glance, returning it.

"It's clearly a modern object. 500 grand? I'd refuse even if it's just five bucks." He snorted and turned to leave.

Two porty goons suddenly showed up, cutting off his path.

"Heh, kid. But you touched the vase, so you have to buy it now. If you don't..." The old man laughed coolly behind Frank, clearly threatening him.

It was clearly a con, and Frank knew that they thought he would be an easy mark since he was alone and new to this place.

"Do I look like I'd be easily bullied?" Frank remained calm, even sneering at the old man. "Get your boys out of my face if you're smart, or I won't play nice anymore." "Oh, feisty!"

old man showed no intention of backing down, however. "But I've seen many kids who talk tough. The question is, are your bones just

goons strode up, even putting

"Stop!"

pale-faced youth strode up just then,

had two towering bodyguards, and the old man did a double take when he saw the youth, and promptly bowed his head respectfully. "Welcome, Mr. Turnbull... Could it be that you know this man?" Hugh Turnbull glanced at Frank at the old man's question and said coolly, "The head of the Turnbull family has spoken—this man will marry into our family. And what's with that terrible acting of yours? Are you trying to

"What?!"

he targeted on the street turned out to be

chance to encounter someone like this gentleman, I was simply about to give him a

"Heh..."