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!"

card and did not push his luck although Frank

Frank's generosity surprised the old woman in the house, and she quickly opened the door for him when she saw that the bald man and the thugs

egg, boy! Come on

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

relatives. I came to find out what

that brat ended up bailing, while I got screwed over. I'd really rather not talk about him

her head. "He disappeared after those loan

ago, when I was just coming back.

Thank you so

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they found Whitney Chandler, who was just munching on some sweets

when she saw Frank. "Hey, handsome! I thought you'd forgotten all about

was short-lived, however, as she was left staring at the lofty beauty who aligned as