The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Zeb chuckled. “That’s only natural. If anything, the surprise is how thoroughly the Turnbulls‘ Rejuvenation Pill outsold the Salazars‘ Beauty Pill. We’re definitely getting those distributor rights.”

Naturally, it would be even better if they could get the recipe.

Cindy nodded repeatedly in agreement. “Yes. Though you shouldn’t forget my cut when you win, Mr. Larkin.”

In reality, they had just met and hooked up over the last two days, with Zeb beguiling Cindy with his charm and wit easily.

She even took a ten million dollar loan for him thanks to that! Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Putting his arm around Cindy’s waist, Zeb grinned. “That’s for sure. You’re a much better businesswoman than your cousin.”

Cindy was certainly over the moon from his flattery. “Hmph. Helen would never measure up to me if my family had an actual business.”

Zeb smiled–she really considered herself a big shot now…

Despite his disdain, he said, “Alright, let’s go inside. The bid will start soon.”

Once they entered the hall and saw bigwigs dressed in dapper suits everywhere, Cindy was immediately gleeful.

This is the life she deserved as a strong, independent woman, her place was right here among these bigwigs!

However, even as she looked around, she promptly spotted a figure that left her disgust flaring.

“Frank Lawrence! What are you doing here?!” she snapped, not expecting to see him on a prestigious occasion such as this.

He had no right!

Frank frowned when he heard the familiar voice and turned to see Cindy striding toward him. angrily.

“Are you blind, or just stupid?” Frank snorted in annoyance. “Can’t you see that I’m attending this event?”

“What, someone like you?” Cindy folded her arms in disdain. “Why don’t you take a good look at yourself first?”

Zeb walked up to them as well. “Frank, the Rejuvenation Pill is selling like hotcakes, and only the most important bigwigs can be distributors. Some gigolo like you can’t even hope to make a bid.”

Frank glanced at both of them in turn and sneered. “Oh, but you’re wrong about that. I’m not here to make a bid, but neither of you would ever be an appointed distributor.”

Cindy frowned in response. “Shut up–stop trying to jinx us, and get out of my sight!”

“Eating? Didn’t you see my text yesterday?!

Frank tapped on WhatsApp and saw Vicky’s text informing him that the bid event for Rejuvenation Pill distributors‘ rights was held today.

As the majority shareholder, Frank was naturally obligated to attend.

“Oh… I didn’t get the notification,” Frank said awkwardly, scratching his head.

Vicky frowned. “Get over here to Verdant Hotel for now or you’ll be late. You can eat here anyway.”

Yep, yep,” Frank muttered noncommittally and quickly got dressed, putting aside breakfast immediately.

Meanwhile, a large Mercedies stopped outside the entrance of Verdant Hotel.

Zeb Larkin and Cindy Zonda alighted, with the latter dressed alluringly in a gown with a plunging neckline and extensive makeup.

“Oh, Mr. Larkin… I’m surprised there’s so many people here for the bid,” she gasped.