The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even as Whitney stared at Frank like a hungry wolf, she giggled, "Oh, don't be a stranger. Just call me Whitney!" "Whitney!"

"Good!"

Whitney grinned in delight. "I don't mind telling you, but I've been divorced for years and live alone... But my pig farm is making big bucks, so I was thinking about getting a househusband-"

"I would like to farm, Whitney!" Frank quickly brought the conversation back on track as Whitney began to ramble on about her life story.

"Oh, right..." Whitney remembered just then. "But you're so young, and you definitely look like you come from the big city. Why farm? You're not even going to afford your own bills soon!"

"You're right, there's no future in farming." Frank nodded. "But I'm also a researcher from Shagan Agricultural University, and I'm developing high-yield corn and wheat. I'm planning to test the seeds here."

"Oh, I see!" Whitney was even more delighted that Frank was a researcher and quickly led him to the edge of the village to check out the land lots available.

However, Frank was no farmer and noncommittally picked a couple that looked good, telling Whitney, "I'll take those!"

Those lots are different,

Frank more determined. "Well, I've made up my mind. Let's

otherwise, Whitney took Frank to a shack at the

not comparable to Whitney's mansion, the walled houses with decent sized courtyards were certainly a breath of fresh air. However, the shack that Frank and Whitney were visiting was tiny. It was basically

vandalized, with palm prints painted red to look like it

and bailed. His poor father is over eighty, but he couldn't clear the debts even after selling his houses. Even now, those loan sharks keep hounding him every day, and forbid anyone

a little indignant at the story.

a debt, but surely you need to give them time

money back if

was left wondering just then if those loan sharks actually bore

better be sure about this," Whitney pressed

of land would really bring you a