The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Are you saying that Mr. Frankton would stage an act over a woman?"

Jada had had enough and rolled up her sleeves, ready to beat up Troy. "Show some respect, or I'll end you!"

Frank quickly stopped her-Troy was annoying, but he did not deserve to die yet.

Jada gritted her teeth and instead snapped, "If you suspect Mr. Frankton that much, then let's square down-once he cures that patient later, you will go down on your knees and praise him!"

Clearly, being stopped from getting physical was not discouraging Jada from verbal abuse, though Troy simply snorted. "Just look at that pretty face. Anyone would think that you're some elegant heiress, but you turn out to be more ignorant than some village bumpkin. It sickens me!"

"What was that?"

Even Laura had enough too-she had no idea if Jada was from a village, but she sure was.

that's not what I meant. Don't worry about it!" Troy quickly apologized,

at Frank through the rearview

going down and never getting back

everyone headed inside, eventually

no wonder pill in the world can help. You can back

be more worried

snorted and strode up

in his forties opened the door. His face was filled with speckles, and

to be working. He asked,

in greeting. "Hello, I'm Troy Layton, a chief at

surprise, the middle-aged man scowled right then-he was not out to humiliate Troy, but the man was simply horrible, demanding special incentives

was no one-off occasion either-Troy demanded it every day, at two hundred