The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The store clerk's words reminded Frank of the geezer earlier with the yellowed teeth, and he nodded in agreement. This place was a lawless mess, and he had seen at least three victims getting conned or robbed in broad daylight.

If anyone really pulled out a real treasure, they would be eaten alive.

Seeing Frank's realization, the store clerk smiled. "It seems that you understand, sir. The waters of Blooming Junction run deep-the real treasures are always stored within the century-old shops instead of being put on display."

"Really? And why are you telling me that?" Frank glanced at the store clerk sideways curiously.

The man spread his hands and admitted, "I'll be frank, sir. I work at Jade Dragon-it's that shop over there. My job is to keep an eye out for customers with potential wandering around Blooming Junction and bring them over.

"I can see that you have high standards and carry yourself differently from the rest. That's why I'm recommending our establishment, while I earn a commission with this. It's a win-win situation, don't you agree?"

"Jade Dragon?" Frank appeared taken aback. "I've been there there's really nothing that valuable aside from some old porcelain tools. The most valuable item is worth 300 grand at best." "Hehe..." The store clerk flashed an enigmatic smile. "Like I said, real treasures are never put on display..."

Then, leaning toward Frank, he added under his breath, "Our manager also owes a huge debt at the moment and needs money urgently. I heard that he's bringing out all the treasures we have!" "I see." Frank nodded. "In that case, I shall check out the place again."

"Hehe. Then take this token and go straight up to the second floor. Someone will be there to receive you."

Taking the token, Frank nodded at the store clerk before heading straight to Jade Dragon.

To no surprise, the store clerks were at once polite when they saw the token Frank had and invited him up to the second floor.

It turned out that he was not alone-five other guests were there, each seated on antique armchairs arranged in a single row. Each of them were making lively small talk as pretty ladies served them tea. Frank just so happened to recognize a familiar face-it was Hugh Turnbull, the heir of the Norsedam Turnbulls.

Hugh was chatting with an old man, and frowned when he turned and saw Frank. "Hmm..?"

"Frank Lawrence?! Who let you in here?!" the bodyguard standing behind Hugh snapped hostilely.

"None of your business," Frank retorted bluntly and took the remaining seat.

The bodyguard glowered furiously while Hugh was taken aback.

The old man beside Hugh certainly noticed that things were hostile between Frank and Hugh, and be asked quietly, "Who is he, Mro Turnbull?"

"Oh, just some manwhore my family picked for my cousin Vicky to reject the Lionhearts' engagement."

Hugh's tone was filled with

contempt, but Frank simply kept his

eyes closed, not interested

n talking

to anyone.

No one else showed up after a long while, until an elderly hunchbacked man appeared from behind a folding screen.

He nodded at everyone and smiled. "Welcome to Jade Dragon, esteemed guests."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The other guests nodded politely in return as a gesture of respect toward the manager.

Only Frank kept his eyes closed and did not move.

The old man appeared puzzled. "Who-"

Hugh snorted. "He's just some lawless, pompous prick. Don't bother."

Seeing that Frank was not greeting him anyway, the old man ignored him and forced a smile. "I'm sure everyone here is aware that I, Travis Dali, have recently made a poor judgment, buying a fake jade fox Sculpture that cost me over a billion dollars."