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!"

then, snorting grumpily, "What, did you

"You're actually mentioning that?! When you didn't share

landmine and quickly said, "That's one on me, but

I'll forgive you this time. But I'll kill you

and poured Frank another full glass, while Frank had been left

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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 then-both who had been with that brute when

he's really getting rich, so

but he's just indisposed... It's this gigolo that we ran into back at a restaurant.

"You're kidding!"

Someone in existence can do

on, at least make

other members of

It's obvious