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!"

her aside right then, snorting grumpily, "What, did you forget what we've agreed? If a fresh face shows up, no one gets to keep him for

pushed Linda's buttons further. "You're actually mentioning that?! When you didn't share that last

quickly said, "That's one on me, but not this

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

glass, while Frank had been left feeling

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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 they had run into

really getting rich, so much so

the thugs replied. "He would come, but he's just indisposed... It's this gigolo that we ran into back at a restaurant. He kicked Tarik off the building, and he's now

"You're kidding!"

real? Someone in existence can

on, at least make your lie

of

ignorant! It's obvious that the