The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank nodded. "You're right, debts must be paid-so tell me, how much does she owe?"

"Five hundred grand!"

"Fine. What's your account number?"

The burly men were left trading glances, and the bald leader asked, "Wait, are you paying for her?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Frank asked in return, having taken out his phone.

"Good, as long as someone pays up!"

The bald leader gave Frank an account number, and he wired the money without another word.

Seeing the notification of the transfer, the bald leader was suddenly fawning all over Frank. "The name's Caleb Godot. I have some influence around these parts, and I'm what you call a financier. Just call me anytime you need some cash!"

offered Frank a business card and did not push his luck although Frank did not take it, then left

generosity surprised the old woman in the house, and she quickly opened the door for him when she saw that

egg, boy! Come

tea after they went in and took their seats, asking gingerly, "What's your relationship

I came to find out what he's doing

why you have that money too. Luis was the one who took that loan-I was just his guarantor! But that brat ended up bailing, while I got screwed over. I'd

shook her head. "He

couple of days ago, when I was just coming back. I didn't go in for a look, but I bet

Thank you

that, Frank left with Lara and headed

Whitney Chandler, who was just munching on some sweets outside her

ear-to-ear when she saw Frank. "Hey, handsome! I

was left staring at the