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.

anyone, not that he won't. Do you get

realization. "I see! So he's

had to clear his throat and snap, "I

head in uncertainty. "That's not possible. He's always been healthy since we were

is that it's

"What?!"

got caught in the rain when we were heading home. He gave me his umbrella while he's soaked through, but he was still healthy as

a look of disbelief,

hunch, but I'm most likely on

frowning. "I overhead the mother and son

his arm, clearly concerned for her childhood