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."

grand per month? No, make it twenty

Whitney was left shocked.

Frank could even afford her mansion at this

she nodded and smiled, since she could

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

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

also counting on your help from now on."

he did not forget why he had come either and asked, "I'd also like to ask... Have you seen any strange folks in your village

Whitney smiled nodding in understanding. "Worried that your

she assured him, "Don't

and there are

smiled, not particularly surprised-he knew that the group after him was fully capable of being discreet. "Come on, drink up!

Crash!

crashed through the window, and he reached out, catching it! "Ah!!!" Whitney