Everyone returned upstairs to continue the party, and it was eventually late.

Even Jada got tipsy, no longer haughty and actually jovial and girly.

"She's so hot... I'd be expecting my second child if I were you," Alda blurted at Frank from alcohol Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry-such words from a lady? No one would believe him.

"It's late. Time to go," he said, standing up.

"Wait, Mr. Frankton!" Jada was suddenly on her feet too, wobbling toward Frank and cutting him off. "It's a joyous occasion... Let's hit the dance floor too!"

Frank waved her off. "Forget it. I've been to Golden Lily enough times that I'm bored, and the dance floor is even worse. I prefer having my safe space without getting molested or molesting for that matter." Jada pouted, shaking her head silently.

Even Sylvie smiled in wry amusement as she watched, surprised the girlboss was such a maiden inside.

Talk about some serious contrast...

"Be good. Maybe we will do it some other time." Frank chuckled.

put it that way, Jada knew that there was

"Ms. Wal?

Jada suddenly

up and lent

nothing as she

not drink. Still, she was slightly unaccustomed to the length

urged as she rode shotgun. "The

might have been threatening and giving Whitney the wrong idea, she added, "Don't worry, I can

speed, as if she was not in

the backseat, fiddling with Frank's phone, when a suddenly glaring light flared from behind

turned to find three MPVs streaking toward them, two of which quickly pincered the Rolls-Royce and were ready to

gas pedal, and the car shot forward, while the two MPVs missed

handle this well!" Whitney

so long that

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