The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Hmm?"

Frank noticed Lydia just then too, as her face lit up with delight. "Y-You're..."

"What are you doing here? Don't you work in Riverton?" Frank asked, since she was the salesgirl who filed the paperwork when he bought his Maybach before.

It must be fate to meet her here in Zamri too!

Wiping away her tears, Lydia forced a smile. "Hehe... I was working in Riverton, Mr. Lawrence, but the company transferred me here after you bought that Maybach." "Master Lawrence, can I eat those?" Mona asked with a scowl, clutching her stomach.

"Oh, right! Of course!" Lydia hurried over, opening both packs of potato chips and passing them to Mona.

Mona quickly grabbed the chips by the handfuls, shoving them into her mouth, and she was so busy chewing that she did not even have time to thank Lydia.

Seeing that she was really making a mess, Lydia quickly brought her a glass of water. "Here, have a drink. Don't choke."

"T-Thank you!"

Mona finally spared time to thank Lydia, chugging the glass of water instantly.

Frank calmed down in turn thanks to Lydia's hospitality.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Claude strode up to them, putting a hand on Lydia's shoulder while glaring at Mona and Frank in contempt. "Who are these beggars? Don't tell me they're your friends?!"

"They're..."

Lydia paused before forcing a smile. "They are my clients, Mr. Dresden. I was an agent assisting his purchase before."

"Really?" Claude asked in curiosity. "And what car did he buy?"

"A Maybach," Lydia replied and turned to smile at Frank. "Does the car still suit your needs now, Mr. Lawrence?"

"Oh, uh..." Frank rubbed his nose awkwardly. "It broke."

"It broke?"

Lydia was taken aback and frowned. "Well, you can return it to the dealership where you bought it. They provide repair services, and I remember that your car was insured-"

"Nah, there's no saving it." Frank chuckled awkwardly. "That's why I came here today to buy a new one."

Lydia pursed her lips. "T-That's too

wasteful, Mr. Lawrence. The manufacturing costs of Maybachs are quite high, and you really should consider repairing it—"

"Stop that nonsense, Lydia!"

Bode was close enough to hear everything and finally realized that Frank was a big shot!

It was hardly surprising why Frank was so unhappy too-he had bought a Maybach with Lydia, only for them to judge him by his appearance and mistreat him! "Go, Jane! Make some tea!"

Bode hurried to Frank eagerly, while shoving Lydia a way and snapping, "Mr. Lawrence is buying a car! You're not here to tell him what to do!"

Then, rubbing his hands as he

turned back to Frank, he beamed. "Mr. Lawrence, cars are just like clothes you change them once it gets old! Even if you patch up the holes, others can see it and would think less of you for it. Don't you agree?"