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

in realization. "I see! So he's bathing at the moment? Or he's... doing it with

his throat and snap, "I mean your childhood

always been healthy since we were kids, never catching

that it's not a common

"What?!"

all the time... But there's this one time when we got caught in the rain when we were

toward Frank with a look of disbelief,

but I'm

mansion garage, frowning. "I overhead the mother and son in that black Benz

clearly concerned