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!"

you sure? Those lots are different, so you'd better be

Frank more determined. "Well, I've made up

convince Frank otherwise, Whitney took Frank to a shack

better, as most of the houses were renovated and clearly improving toward the township. Even if it was 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 a mudhouse, and the front door was

vandalized, with palm prints

is over eighty, but he couldn't clear the

was left a little indignant at the story. "For

debt, but surely you need to give them time to get the

money back if you drive

just then if those loan sharks actually bore a grudge against the

about this," Whitney pressed

of land would really bring