The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Although Gina shot Frank an accusingly look, she still puffed herself up and retorted, "Yes, he's my son-in-law. Don't you know the saying that goes 'the nail that sticks out gets hammered down'? That's my son-in-law-don't get jealous of me now.' Both Helen and Frank were left gaping, flabbergasted.

Still, Helen only stared at Frank blankly for a moment before coming to her senses and beaming at him.

Her smile left all the younger men staring fixedly at her right then.

While there was no telling if Gina was just trying to save face or just being tactful, she was more or less acknowledging Frank as her son-in-law. If anything, it was a massive improvement from her unbudging refusal to approve him before. Even Frank was caught off guard.

He was ready for Gina to get on his nerves again, and this felt... different.

"Hahaha... Quoting such nonsense? You're so amusing, Gina."

the flamboyantly dressed middle-aged woman simply laughed audibly at Gina. "Don't bother pretending to be humble now-I know for a fact that your daughter is a bigwig in Zamri right now, as both the board chairwoman

husband? The way I see it, you're

with Gina and was insulting Frank just to embarrass

yapping-you're just trying to

so I won't argue or it'd ruin the occasion.

changing the subject made Ilsa even more sure that she was right on

think you can run away, Gina.

at the sleeve and laughed, "Everyone, look closely. This design is from our boutique-it's a suit weaved from wool and

"Eight hundred grand?"