The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank was unsure how he should react. "Do I look like I'm some inquisitor?"

Linda nodded. "You look just like one! Come on, you can tell a sister-why are you so interested in Mr. Chand's background?"

"You don't understand." Frank sighed. "I'm really worried that he'd be led astray."

And as a high-ranked PR officer and one of the earliest recruits of the company, Linda was naturally privy to Jason's past, and Frank naturally convinced her.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you when it's over!" she assured him.

Frank was certainly exasperated these ladies were such players that they could really get him killed.

"Come, Mr. Frankton," Nora exclaimed as she came over, slurring a little as she had too much to drink. "Cheers!"

"You should stop already!"

to shove her aside right then, snorting grumpily, "What, did you forget what we've agreed? If a fresh face

Linda's buttons further. "You're actually mentioning that?! When you

quickly said, "That's one on me,

time. But I'll kill you the

Frank another full glass, while Frank had been left feeling like a tool as

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outside the nightclub, and a man aligned. He wore a pinstripe suit with gold-framed glasses, and his hair was combed neatly with not a strand out of place the typical look of a well-educated piece of shit. "Welcome, Lex!" Two thugs showed up just

up?" Lex snorted. "I guess he's really getting rich, so much so that he's not bothered

It's this gigolo that we ran into back at a restaurant. He kicked Tarik

"You're kidding!"

Someone in existence

on, at least make your

other members of Lex's

obvious that the man