The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The manager quickly said, "Come on, that's just being a buzzkill. I'll arrange for a designated driver-just drink up!"

Jouri seemed to have been watching them too and took a moment while singing to run over, "Exactly. Why aren't you drinking? Just let them send us home."

Frank was naturally happy that he did not have to drive and allowed the manager to pour him a full glass.

"I'm Meg Quill. Nice to meet you," the manager introduced herself while raising her glass. "Do take good care of me from now on."

Perhaps by accident or otherwise, Frank could feel her brushing against himself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lugh Frankton," he said, shrugging.

Even if Meg had ulterior motives in getting cozy with him, people were not all black and white.

And as a manager of an entertainment outlet, it was natural for Meg to be eager to please, so Frank did not take offense.

"So, where are you from?" Meg then asked.

her the address of his fake ID, and she exclaimed, "What a coincidence that's where I'm from too! That makes us

she was caught off guard as Jouri interrupted them. "You're here to provide us with service, not to flirt! Get that

rare to meet someone of Frank's

usually either rich but ugly, or good-looking but poor. One had to admit that Jouri was a rare specimen, even if they were considering

the good graces of a goddess like her meant he was a

it was clear that Frank

such, Meg was still intent on hooking up with him.

"Suit yourself."

is! Well, the ladies are busy singing, and we're just here

anyway, why donuntil a dice

alcohol tolerance was unmatched, and sitting around was

and instructed a waiter to bring two

playing with?" the

was now as tame as a

offense since it was perfectly