The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hmph!" Travis snorted coldly.

If he allowed Frank to leave after what he said, that would just prove what Frank said that he was selling his reputation, not treasures.

And having been appraised antiques all his life, he certainly could not take that insult!

Growling hostilely, he demanded, "Your words will ruin the reputation of my establishment sir, and you expect to leave peacefully?" "Really? And your reputation can't be ruined?"

Frank sneered in contempt. "Worshiping counterfeits like it's the real deal, using your reputation for commodities and getting hostile if anyone says otherwise... Shame-your reputation just isn't worth anything to me, nor am I afraid of your aggression."

Travis did a double take-even after all that, Frank was still accusing him of selling counterfeits?!

Feeling a little petty just then, he slowly walked up to Frank and growled solemnly, "I sell real treasures, young man, not my reputation. So you don't have to worry about pointing out how my painting is fake, and I'll burn it if what you said is proven true. How about that?!"

"Good!"

of approval-everyone was certainly impressed with his

pass off counterfeits as the real deal. Even if it would never be as valuable as the genuine, they would easily make a few hundred grand

cornering himself by

"Heh. Forget it..."

instead waiving him off and

laughing once again and clapping. "You're such a wily bastard, Frank! Who do you think Mr. Dali is, some three-year old kid? Everything he has is a treasure worth millions, and you had to try to get everyone's attention by claiming that the painting is a fake. And now that Mr. Dali's asking you

he can't bear it? You're just feeling caught! Point out how the painting is fake if you can, or you will kowtow to everyone here ten times and take back your insolent

for not knowing our antiques, and leaving without a care?!