The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Helen, however, could hear Clarity's immodest voice on the other end and snapped, "What?! What are you doing over there, Frank?" "Wait, that was you?!"

Frank was flinching as he remembered so that was why he found Clarity so familiar. She was the companion of one of the bigwigs attending the bid event in Zamri! She had invited him to a masquerade ball, but he thought nothing of it since he was not interested.

And now, she actually showed up here in Morhen...

"What do you want?" he snapped, glaring sharply at Clarity even as he caught her foot.

Clarity gasped. "Oh, you're hurting me... I mean, it's not like I hate it, but are we really doing this in front of so many people?"

As she turned pointedly elsewhere, Frank turned to find that other guests had arrived at the cafe and were staring at them.

It would certainly look like they were getting frisky, with Frank holding her leg.

"Tut, tut... Men these days are real pigs..."

"No way, doing it in public? How immodest..."

"Mommy, what is that man doing?" a little girl asked innocently.

"Don't look," the mother said and shielded her eyes.

"Frank, what's going on over there?" Helen pressed anxiously on the other end.

"I... It's nothing." Frank sighed, having no choice but to turn to the screen while letting go of Clarity's foot. "It's just..."

"H-He..."

Before Frank could explain himself, however, Clarity was pouting miserably. "Ms. Lane, your boyfriend was playing footsie while we were talking, even catching my leg."

"What?!" Helen's eyes widened in disbelief.

Frank did what?!

Frank was dumbstruck too-how shameless could that woman get?! And she was clearly here to cause trouble!

On the other hand, Helen calmly and seriously said, "No, Frank isn't like that. You may be my client, Ms Clarity, but slander Frank and will be the first to side with him."

"Oh, Helen! You're the best!" Frank was on the verge of tears.

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"You're doubting me? Alright. Waiter?" Clarity raised a hand, beckoning at a waiter so that he stood in front of the laptop. "Go on. Tell her if that man was molesting me."

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"Speak, or we will call the cops and check the cameras!" Clarity threatened.

"Alright..." The waiter leveled an awkward look at Frank and told Helen meekly, "He was holding the lady's leg..."

"What?!" Disbelief showed on Helen's face on the screen.

The little girl from before pointed at Frank just then, "Mommy, is he what we call a pervert?"

"Shush." The woman silenced her and pulled her along. "Let's leave already. There's a pervert here!"

"Yeah, let's just go!"

As the cafe guests all hurried away, Frank was left petrified—it was the first time a girl had ever called him a pervert!