The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Various expressions alternated over Travis' face, and he bellowed at the stewardesses again, "Go, buy me a box of matches!"

"Yes, Mr. Dali..." The stewardesses flinched and hurried away.

Hugh was glaring furiously at Frank. "Frank, haven't you heard the saying 'live and let live'?"

"Live and let live, really?"

Frank chuckled in turn. "Did you listen to me when I tried to dissuade you from having me appraise that painting? You presumed I was trying to bail, even demanding that I kowtow to everyone." Hugh was stumped. He could only snort and clench his jaw.

Soon, the stewardesses returned with matches.

Travis' hands were shaking, but he ultimately burned the painting as everyone watched.

Even as the canvas was reduced to ashes, Travis' cheek clenched in heartache.

But there was no helping it-he had made a promise, and he must see it through.

the unspoken ironclad rule when

a fake

Frank tactfully turned

be mistaken if you believe that I'm

and appraised antiques and other

invite you to look through them as a favor for me! If there

is it?"

not good about that?!" Travis sighed. "Don't worry, I won't insult you. In fact, I will pay you a fee for every time you appraise. If it's a fake, then you will be paid ten percent of what that item was worth. How

"What?!"

guests were all stunned by Travis' offer the man was

counterfeit item was worth... It was not just confidence

thought about it and

how confident Travis was, the man just might really have