The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank smiled as he tried to be as friendly as possible. “Just call me Frank. You don’t have to be so formal with me.”

However, the more friendly he was, the more wary Fred became. He was also further

convinced that Frank was up to something.

Fred’s phone rang just then, and he quickly answered it when he saw the number.

Frank had no idea who it was but could not help frowning as he could hear the man on the other end snapping, “What the fuck have you been doing, Mr. Lawrence?! Are you going to fulfill your quota for this month or not?!”

Opposite Frank, Fred apologized profusely and humbly. “Of course, boss! I’ll definitely get it done…” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“If you don’t meet the quota, you can pick up your things and leave!”

Fred kept apologizing until he hung up, and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Still, he was soon left feeling awkward as he noticed Frank staring fixedly at him. “Haha… Sorry for that mess.”

Frank did not tease him for it at all. “I guess estates aren’t selling well in this economy?”

“Yeah.” Fred nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I know a couple friends who can arrange for easier work for you.” Frank smiled. ” You won’t have to run everywhere every day, at least.”

Fred was left staring at him in bemusement. “Mr. Lawrence, why are you being so nice to me… Or should I say, my family? What is it you want?”

He certainly wanted to know what motivated Frank.

Frank simply smiled. “I want nothing. I’m being nice because… you look like a man with a destiny.”

Fred pursed his lips–that was too ridiculous an excuse!

Still, they traded a smile, with Fred deciding not to take the offer since Frank was not being upfront.

“I think I’ll pass,” Fred said.

For his part, Frank did not insist. “It’s alright. You can call me anytime you need help.”

After they finished dinner and left the snackbar, Frank offered Fred a ride since he was driving.

Fred shook his head. “I’m fine–I brought my moped.

He suspected that Frank wanted to drive him home to peek at Winter, and he was not about to let Frank have the chance.

Once again, Frank did not insist.

Suddenly, someone was cursing out loud. “Who the fuck parked their scooter here?!”

Fred turned to see that a BMW just knocked down his moped, and a boor wearing several gold chains around his neck alighted and was ranting.

Fred hurried to him. “What’s the problem, sir?”

“Is that yours?” The boor pointed at the moped.

Fred quickly nodded. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

Smack!

The boor slapped Fred across the face without another word, leaving him stunned as he collapsed on the floor with a thud.

“W–We can talk about this,” he said miserably. “You didn’t have to hit me…”

“Are you fucking blind?!” the boor snapped at him. “Who told you you could park there?! My bumper got a scratch on it!”

Fred looked at the man’s car, but the boor was the one who hit his moped… and he somehow blamed Fred for his parking?

However, seeing that the boor was the thuggish type, he decided that he did not want trouble.

Getting to his feet, he apologized. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have parked here. Please look the other way.”