The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Come on, have some of this too!" Sally smiled, placing a fish filet on Frank's plate. "I was so envious of the rich while I was in school, so I made sure to enjoy every delicacy I know of after I got rich too."

"And guess what? I don't get sick of it no matter how much I eat. Everyone laughed at me for being poor for too long it's so embarrassing!"

"You should eat what you can, whether you're rich or poor," Frank said. "It's never wrong to respect food."

"Well said. Cheers!"

As they toasted over a glass of special-grade Romanee-Conti, Sally sighed. "I don't know if it's a skill issue or something, but does red wine have to breathe for hours before? That's just too much time."

Frank lost all patience for small talk right then and demanded, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Just treating you to a nice meal!" Sally replied without hesitation.novelbin

As Frank glowered, she said, "Calm down! I'll tell you what you'll be doing once we eat!"

Just as finished, someone knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man with a tailored Givenchy suit entered with wine glasses.

"Long time no see, Ms. York!" he greeted Sally. "I just happened to be meeting guests when I heard that you're here. Apologies if I'm intruding!" "You're intruding," Sally snapped grumpily. "I'm not in the mood for you now. Out!"

"Understood!"

There was a flicker of irritation on the man's face, but he did not act out and tamely left.

Sally then turned toward Frank. "Do you know who that was?"

Frank shook his head he did not know much about the local tycoons, nor was he interested in meeting them.

In his mind, they were all a bunch of scum.

On the other hand, Sally raised a brow. "Don't you remember Pax Jaric? The one who threatened to destroy you? That was him he may look like a big deal, but his family would be resting in pieces without our permission!"

Frank remained disinterested-the

Jarics were really nothing despite their efforts in gaining their

importance. Even a modest

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have been able to bring them down easily.

And since Sally's gang was a hundred percent lethal, was there anyone in town who did not fear them?

"Eat," Frank urged Sally.

"Nope!" she snapped, putting down her knife and fork playfully as she leaned in. "Kiss me to make me eat quicker!" Frank would never consider himself a saint, and no man would turn down an attractive woman like Sally. However, he was not that desperate, not to mention that he did not like her. "Suit yourself. I'm going back!" "Can you?" Sally's face fell.

"I can try!" Frank took no notice of her veiled threat, opening the door and storming out right then.

Arriving downstairs, Frank was going to get a cab when a Rolls-Royce came bounding down the road!

"Hey! Get off the road!" the bellboy cried in concern, seeing that Frank was standing in the middle of the road, while the Rolls-Royce was clearly not going to stop.

Frank ignored him and glared fixedly at the middle-aged man behind the wheel.

The man met Frank's glare fearlessly in turn.

Taking it as provocation, he flipped off Frank while jamming his foot on the gas pedal.

Frank snorted and suddenly kicked

at a chunk of the tar road, launching it dead center at the Rolls-Royce and knocking out the engine, stopping it right in front of himself.

"Oh, you're fucking dead!" the chauffeur bellowed as he alighted, pointing at Frank as he snapped. "If my boss is late because of you, you're resting in pieces! Get it?!"

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Frank smirked. "What a pooch, barking just because you have an owner!"

"What did you say?!" The chauffeur raised a hand to hit Frank but never saw him move as he was sent flying.