The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank could not help sighing as he watched Mona-did she really have the potential to succeed at geomantics?

"Oh, it's killing me. Those two geezers are so despicable! I swear I will dig them out of their graves after they die and dump their corpses down the drain..."

Even Frank and a hangry Mona left the rundown temple, they saw that the two geezers had left in the car Frank brought.

While Mona was stamping her feet and cursing out loud, Frank sighed exasperatedly and had to walk with her to Zamri.

The journey took them half a day, and by the time they reached a dealership, the journey left them filthy from head to toe.

Meanwhile, in said dealership, a middle-aged man was seated in a sandblasted glass room, pointing at a sales girl's face as he bellowed, "Your sales figures are in the red again, Lydia Kinley! Quit playing chaste maiden, or you can leave! I don't want you here ever again!"

Lydia in turn complained miserably, "I don't get it, Mr. Swain! Why do I have to prostitute myself just to sell cars?!"

"Hehe..."

thick makeup sitting on a nearby couch and appearing

really overestimate their worth," she quipped. "Claude Dresden had his eyes on that car earlier, and all she had to do was smile and spend the night with him, and that's several hundred grand in

clearly jealous and also throwing fuel to

"Really? That actually happened?"

and slammed his hand on his desk, leaving

"I... You... Urgh!!!"

Lydia, walking circles around

you stop thinking that you're special? Everyone's done it, so

"Like this..."

Lydia screamed and struggled, Bode reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, baring her, cleavage. "What's the problem with this?

don't!" Lydia was crying as she ran