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.

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 it with

he had to clear his throat and

her head in uncertainty. "That's not possible. He's always been healthy since we were kids, never catching cold or

is that it's not a common

"What?!"

we 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 horse the next day, and

Frank with a look of disbelief, she asked, "And how would you know

hunch, but I'm most likely

at the mansion garage, frowning. "I overhead the mother

on his arm, clearly concerned