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 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

had stepped on a landmine and quickly said, "That's one on me, but not

this time. But I'll kill you the

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

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and his hair was combed neatly with not a strand out of place the typical look of a well-educated piece of shit. "Welcome,

he's really getting rich, so much

but he's just indisposed... It's this gigolo that we

"You're kidding!"

Someone in existence can

least make your

members of

smirked at them. "How ignorant! It's obvious that the man might be a martial