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!"

down, however. "But I've seen many kids who

goons strode up, even putting a hand on

"Stop!"

pale-faced youth strode up just then,

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

"What?!"

in shock-some brat he targeted on the street turned out

"No, I'd never dare do something like that! As I just thought it's a rare chance to encounter someone like this gentleman, I

"Heh..."