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.

rule when

a fake

turned to leave, positive that there were no treasures

Frank. "Sir, you'd be mistaken if you believe that I'm

hence, he said firmly, "I have collected and appraised antiques and other rarities all my life. They can't all be fake -even if there's one in my collection

as a favor for me! If there are more fakes, I will destroy them

no good, is it?" Frank smiled

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?!"

stunned by Travis' offer the man

item was worth... It was not just confidence in his coffers, but it was

and

man just might really