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.

unspoken ironclad rule

it's just a fake painting. I'll be

turned to

mistaken if you believe that

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 that proves to be fake, I will readily admit

for me! If there are more fakes, I will

good, is it?" Frank smiled

fact, I will pay you a fee for every

"What?!"

offer the man was really

confidence in his coffers, but it was also

about it and decided to agree

the man just might