The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank's words were completely logical, and Whitney had no choice but to accept the debit card. "In that case, you're staying for lunch-I won't take no for an answer!"

Frank chuckled. "I'd really love to stay, but I really have to go since something big is going on. I'll be back when I'm done, though."

Whitney sighed in exasperation, "You've been giving so much to Chandlerton, but you can't even stay for lunch? How is that fair?"

Frank waved her off. "We're way past that, sister. Don't worry-I'm definitely coming back as long as I'm not busy."

At that point, Whitney had no choice but to see off Frank, feeling how much things had changed just then. Just a while ago, Frank was just trying to lease a plot of land for farming, but he was now a millionaire. The world sure worked in strange ways!

Still, it was understandable, since Frank was simply not your average Joe. Be it his skill in medicine or martial arts, an ordinary person just would not compare.

Whitney just hoped that things would go smoothly for him from now on too, as that meant she would not have to worry about Sally either.

As a mother, she knew her daughter's temperament—she only settled down a little with Frank around.

In the car, Sally asked in curiosity, "Why didn't you stay for lunch? It's not like we're pressed for time-it's perfectly fine to get to know my mom better."

crazy?" Frank snapped in annoyance.

"Why are you bothered when I don't? It's the new age, and remarrying is

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already sensed something unusual about the place and told Sally to stay in the car while he

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