The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Kat was standing akimbo beside Frank's sports car, staring at him grumpily, clearly intent for him to leave soon.

Frank hesitated for a moment but shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not your childhood friend who's refusing to see you."

"What?" Kat's eyes widened, but she snorted. "Then why didn't he answer the intercom? I know you're trying to soften the blow, but you don't have to-" "I'm serious."

Frank stood still, rubbing his chin as the black Benz disappeared into the mansion garage. "Lauren Floss isn't refusing to see you-he can't. Did you forget what that maid said?" "What?"

Confusion showed on Kat's face.

The whole thing was fishy in itself and she had questions, but her rage affected her judgment, just as she did not want to waste Frank's time.

Frank said, "That maid said he can't see anyone, not that he won't. Do you get it

Kat clapping her hands in realization. "I see! So he's bathing at the moment? Or he's... doing

his throat and snap, "I mean your childhood friend is probably

we were kids, never catching cold or falling sick. And why won't he

it's

"What?!"

flustered. "That's not right, Master Lawrence! I know Lauren, and we used to go swimming all the time... But there's this one time when we got caught in the rain when we were heading home. He gave me his umbrella while he's

of disbelief, she asked, "And how would you know

but I'm most

the mother and son in that black Benz earlier.

arm, clearly concerned