The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

That was until an ignorant man came calling.

"I heard you're Ms. Lane's sugar baby," he said as soon as he entered. "How much is she paying you every month? I can give you five million dollars right now, but you have to leave her." The man looked around his thirties, and his suit gave him the look of one of those successful city boys.

In contrast, Frank was wearing his loose pajamas as he sat in his garden, sipping tea and gaping at the man, speechless.

He had only allowed the man inside when the latter rang the doorbell, saying that he was from a major construction company in another city and partners with Lanecorp.

Frank was naturally stupefied that the man would immediately assert his authority as soon as he strode through the front door.

And seeing that Frank was stunned, he laughed coolly. "How about that? I guess dregs of society such as yourself would never have seen so much money!"

Looking smug just then, he waved for his secretary to bring his briefcase, opening it in front of Frank and revealing rolls of brand-new dollar bills.

million dollars in here, and here's a 3.5 million dollar check. You can cash it in at any bank owned by Pearce Group. Come to me if

confidence left Frank laughing,

Droitner. You can call

once annoyed at being interrupted and

I'm Ms. Lane's sugar baby. Also, who do you think you are? Why should I leave her just because you said so?" Pointing at the gates, he snapped, "Get out while I'm still

"Get out?"

narrowed his

not satisfied with

should think about this and know your place, or you'll suffer

telling me how

agreeable when he first saw the man, but his behavior now left him

barked, "Someone get