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.

his fake ID, and she exclaimed, "What a coincidence that's

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

but she still thought that it was rare to

rare specimen, even if they were considering the entire country, so in Meg's mind, she was one in a

of a

was clear that Frank was

hooking up with him. "May I call

"Suit yourself."

Lugh it is! Well, the ladies are busy singing, and we're just here sitting around. Since

anyway, why donuntil a

tolerance was unmatched, and sitting around was boring

smiled as she left the room, and instructed

are you playing with?"

their usually high and mighty manager was now as tame as a kitten it was as if the sun

it was perfectly natural.