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."

Frank snapped in annoyance. "What daughter disses her mother like

are you bothered when I don't? It's the new

could say something that ridiculous and treat her mother like a

make her

later, Frank's Rolls-Royce stopped

Sally to stay in the car while he

up the

billowing from chimneys as it was lunchtime, giving the

had no time for

villagers, he headed

priests presiding over it, and it was obvious that the villagers were not religious, as the temple

in, as he sensed the

dust was dislodged off the creaking door, Frank smiled

he was staring at statues and symbols from seemingly every cult