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

a fake painting. I'll be

was scowling, Frank tactfully turned to leave, positive

you'd be mistaken if you believe that I'm

an insult to him, and hence, he said firmly, "I have collected and appraised antiques and other rarities all my life. They can't all be

them as a favor for me! If there

is it?"

will pay you a fee for every time you appraise. If it's a fake, then you will be paid ten

"What?!"

stunned by Travis' offer the

percent of what that a counterfeit item was worth... It was not just confidence in his coffers, but it was also confidence in the authenticity of his

thought about it and decided to agree

man just might really have something