The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Miles kept refusing, and it took Frank and Whitney considerable effort to persuade him into renting out his land for thirty grand per year.

It was spare change for Frank but something the old man dearly needed.

"I won't lie to you, kiddo, I'm all out of money. I'd probably die hungry if not for your money... You've really saved me! Please allow me to show my gratitude!"

He was ready to kneel, but Frank reacted quickly and caught him. "It's alright, sir! You don't have to pray to me-don't worry, no one will bully you as long as I'm around."

However, tears were welling up in the old man's eyes, and he was chanting a prayer-all the good deeds he had done over his life were finally being repaid!

After leaving Miles' shack, Whitney asked, "You don't have a place to stay, do you? You can stay at my place if you don't mind."

"What's there to mind? Also, I'll pay the utility bills!"

"No, it's fine!" Whitey promptly waved him off. "You've done Miles a huge favor, and I should thank you as the village chief."

ignored her and said, "How about ten grand per month? No, make it

Whitney was left shocked.

grand per month? Frank could even afford her

nodded and smiled, since

cooked a storm for Frank that night and opened a couple of bottles

full glass, she exclaimed, "Sorry for troubling you with that mess,

now on." Frank nodded, clinking glasses with her

he did not forget why he had come either and asked, "I'd also like to

mean people who rent tand like you?" Whitney smiled nodding

she assured him, "Don't worry-there

quiet place, and there are more who leave than

smiled, not particularly surprised-he knew that the group after him was fully capable of being discreet.

Crash!

wine when a rock crashed through the window, and he reached out, catching it! "Ah!!!" Whitney yelped