The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

While Lydia was left spacing out, Claude walked up, putting a hand around her waist while grinning at Frank. "I've seen many idiots like you trying to act like the hero, swooping in to save a beauty. Did you think you and Lydia's double act could trick me or anyone around here? Hah! Save your breath!"

"Double act?!"

Bode was left hesitant, but after looking at Frank's tattered clothes, he came to his senses and was instantly furious from being tricked!

"How dare you! You were tricking me, and you have the balls to snap at me?!" he bellowed.

In the end, Frank was not someone who bought a Maybach. He was just Lydia's simp, and he came not to buy a car, but to save Lydia from Claude.

Buying a Maybach?! The likes of him?!

Nearby, Jane's face fell in humiliation as she realized she had been tricked too.

Just then, Claude smirked as he continued, "You really know how to talk big, brat! Bullshiting with giving up on a million-dollar Maybach just because it broke? Buying a new car instead of getting it repaired?! And now you're buying a Veyron?! Even my dad can't afford it!

"And you lied without ever blinking an eye-I have to give it to you that you have talent for acting. Hell, I almost fell for it!"

Claude actually felt his gut gnawing even as he prattled on, since there was no way he could afford a Veyron either.

Still, he presumed from Frank's clothes that he was no rich kid, let alone a business executive.

As such, there was only one possibility-Frank came for Lydia.

Claude believed Lydia must have called her earlier to bail her out, which led to this.

If anything, Claude's theory was

flawless it would take someone et

ungodly rich to give up on a Maybach on a whim, and then

limited sports car soon after.

buy a

And was there any rich kid of this caliber in Zamri? Evidently not.

Bode realized that too, especially since he had the photos and phone numbers of every rich and powerful individual in Zamri, and Frank was not among them.

As everything lined up with Claude's theory, Bode abandoned all pretext, whipped out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Bring all your man, Quill!" he barked. "We have a turd in the punch bowl!!"

Once he hung up, he wheeled on Frank with a savage glare as he growled, "You're a dead man now! How dare you fuck with me... You really should've asked around to find out who I am first!"

"Fuck!"

Jane in turn splashed the boiling tea at Lydia, shrieking, "You bitch! How dare you spurn Mr. Dresden and put up some stupid act with your simp!"

Then, she lunged at Lydia, tearing at her hair and face while screaming, "Acting like a chaste maiden, huh?! Let me tear your face into pieces right now-let's see how you can keep doing it now!"

Claude simply stood by, looking on in amusement and showing no intention to intervene.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.