The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The old man then held out a vase covered in oil paper. "If you're interested, I have a jade vase here for just 500 grand-how about it?" "A jade vase?"

Frank took the jade vase and shook his head after a brief glance, returning it.

"It's clearly a modern object. 500 grand? I'd refuse even if it's just five bucks." He snorted and turned to leave.

Two porty goons suddenly showed up, cutting off his path.

"Heh, kid. But you touched the vase, so you have to buy it now. If you don't..." The old man laughed coolly behind Frank, clearly threatening him.

It was clearly a con, and Frank knew that they thought he would be an easy mark since he was alone and new to this place.

"Do I look like I'd be easily bullied?" Frank remained calm, even sneering at the old man. "Get your boys out of my face if you're smart, or I won't play nice anymore." "Oh, feisty!"

The old man showed no intention of backing down, however. "But I've seen many kids who talk tough. The question is, are your bones just as tough?"Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The two goons strode up, even putting a hand on Frank's shoulder.

"Stop!"

A pale-faced youth strode up just then, bellowing at the old man.

He had two towering bodyguards, and the old man did a double take when he saw the youth, and promptly bowed his head respectfully. "Welcome, Mr. Turnbull... Could it be that you know this man?"

Hugh Turnbull glanced at Frank at

the old man's question and said coolly, "The head of the Turnbull family has spoken-this man will marry into our family. And what's with that terrible acting of yours? Are you trying to insult us?"

"What?!"

The old man turned toward Frank in shock-some brat he targeted on the street turned out to be the son-in-law Glen Turnbull had chosen?!

He bowed right then, apologizing,

"No, I'd never dare do somethingdike that! As just thought it's a rare chance to encounter someone like this gentleman, I was simply about to give him a present."

With that, he shoved the jade vase into Frank's hands before hurrying off with his two portly goons.

"Heh..."

Frank watched as the old man fled while weighing the vase in his hands and threw it into a nearby trash can.

"Hey, kid."

One of Hugh's bodyguards glared sharply at Frank as he snapped, "Know your place! Mr. Turnbull just saved your life. Now bow in gratitude!" "Bow in gratitude?"

Frank glanced at the haughty Hugh,

frowning and shaking his head.

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"First of all, I never asked for help. Second, some small fry pulling a con like that is really no threat to me. Why should I thank you when you decided on your own to intervene?"

The bodyguard glowered at Frank's retort. "Watch your tone, brat!"

"You're the one who should watch your tone." Frank chuckled. "If you're walking and I happened to crush an ant in your way, would you kowtow to me in gratitude too?" "You little "

"That's enough." Hugh held up a hand, stopping the argument between his bodyguard and Frank.