The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

“No way!” Jean exclaimed, turning her cap as she walked up and studied the pendant.

Her family was not rich, but she knew her precious stones–the pendant was obviously no dollar store goods, but Jean was no appraiser who could identify precious stones.

Nonetheless, Blondie appeared dead serious as he snorted. “I’m telling the truth. My family are jewelers–I should know.”

Zeb immediately laughed out loud beside him, clutching his belly. “You’re such a joker, Frank! Come on, don’t put on airs just because you can’t afford something nice! We won’t mock you for it… but you just had to say your dollar store pendant is worth twenty million!”

Even Aria frowned at that.

She really thought Frank would bring something impressive, but it was just a dollar store item. Frank simply smiled as he stood nearby.

Talk about ignorant children–those kids were staring directly at a twenty million dollar gem, and they just could not recognize it.

“That’s enough. Cut it out,” Winter snapped just then.

Then, seeing that Frank did not argue, she presumed that the pendant was a dollar store item as well.

In the end, she had only met him a couple of times–there was no reason he would give her something that valuable.

However, to bail out Frank, she still smiled and put on the necklace. “Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. I really like your present.”

Frank nodded. “As long as you like it.”

Winter soon started to hype up the party, grouping up her friends and getting them to sing. Frank was just there to give her the present. Moreover, as he shared no common ground with the kids, he sat in a corner alone, fiddling with his phone.

While everyone hovered around Winter, Zeb walked up to her with a jug of beer. “Cheers, Winer. Happy birthday.”

Winter picked up a glass of apple juice instead and clinked glasses with Zeb. “Thanks…” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Zeb was staring at her glass and quickly said, “Come on, Winter. It’s your birthday! A little liquor won’t hurt!”

He was eager to get to know Winter better with her birthday, and nothing was more ideal than getting her drunk.

However, Winter refused to touch a drop of liquor ever since they came and shook her head with a smile. “I’ll pass I’ve never drunk before. You boys enjoy yourself.”

She then spotted Frank sitting in a corner and went over to him with her glass, asking

curiously, “Hey, Mr. Lawrence. Aren’t you going to sing?”

Frank chuckled. “I’m tone deaf, so I’d rather not embarrass myself.”

“How about some beer?” w

asked, worried that her hospitality was lacking.

Frank threw up a hand. “I’d rather have juice. I’m driving.”

“Okay,” Winter replied and poured him one.

Nearby, Zeb was fuming even as he watched Winter hover around Frank.

The man just drove a Maybach, but he was so full of it!

“Zeb, who’s the geezer? Never seen him around before,” Blondie asked just then.

“Winter’s friend.” Zeb narrowed his eyes. “Never seen him before the concert.”

Naturally, Blondie immediately considered Frank an enemy.

As Zeb’s lackey, it was his duty to solve his boss‘ troubles, and Zeb was obviously not happy with Frank.

Getting an idea just then, he chuckled. “You don’t have to do anything. Just watch me–I promise he’ll humiliate himself in front of Winter.“.