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."

ten grand per

Whitney was left shocked.

per month? Frank could even afford her mansion at this rate-city folks

nodded and smiled, since

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

"Sorry for troubling you with that mess,

on." Frank nodded, clinking glasses with her before chugging his

forget why he had come either and asked, "I'd also like to ask... Have you seen any

tand like you?" Whitney smiled nodding in understanding.

she assured him, "Don't

there are more

not particularly surprised-he knew that the group after him was fully capable of being discreet. "Come on, drink up! It's been a good

Crash!

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