The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Moments later, Frank returned to the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, and Sally asked, "Why go through so much trouble? If I were you, I'd just round them up instead of searching around!"

She certainly did not understand why Frank would ask the chauffeur to cover him while he looked around -what if those thugs were ready for them?

Frank smiled. "Are you sure that the man you threw out of the car was telling the truth? It'd be terrible if we got the wrong target!"

"Why bother about mere mortals? There's plenty of them to go around-if there's a mistake, so be it." Sally scoffed, clearly not worried about them.

Knowing that there was no getting through to her, Frank did not bother to explain himself and told the chauffeur to get going.

"What about that woman? Did you really spare her life?" Sally pressed.

Frank snorted. "There's only that many second chances one could give, and she's not one to be

appeased. I didn't do it though-I threw her a knife and told her to do it herself, though I offered to help if she refused."

smiled and nodded. "At the very least, you did the right thing on that occasion... And where's the radio?

not that high-tech. We can get

Sally said nothing else, while the Rolls-Royce arrived at Chandlerton after an

luxurious

village road was already narrow, and with that many people and the

wry amusement right then. "I told you not to come inside, but you didn't listen. Well,

respond and

up, lifting dust and pebbles into the air,

forgot. You're different now!"

the wind while telling the

Whitney Chandler's mansion, where she was eating just outside the front

quickly that it was Frank, sheet put

and Sally both alighted

this? You really didn't have to bring