The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Mr. Favoni!"

Timothy Clarke quickly went to greet Jaden when he stepped out, bowing his head respectfully. "Apologies, but there's been a little incident out here —but don't worry, we'll settle it soon enough..."

However, Jaden completely ignored Timothy and headed straight toward Frank, who stood in the center of the crowd.

He glanced at the prostrate Theo in confusion for a moment before bowing his head at Frank. "Master Lawrence, Stella and Chelly just called-they will soon return with your new suit."

"Huh? So soon?" Frank exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe. Of course, sir—we naturally have to do our best since your reputation is on the line."

The guests were all left petrified by that exchange between Frank and Jaden-the Clarkes were especially gaping on the spot.

"Master... Lawrence? Mr. Favoni, this man—"

"Hmph!"

Jaden snorted coldly despite Timothy's respectful attitude and growled hostilely, "I've just heard that your son was ready to throw out my mentor, saying that he has no right being here or something?"

"What?!"

Timothy was sweating buckets down his face at Jaden's outburst, almost suffering a heart attack right then.

Who on earth was Frank?!

Not only was he chummy with Gene Pearce, the richest man on the east coast, but he was also Jaden Favoni's mentor?This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Timothy quickly turned toward his son Eddie, who had no choice but to strode up, bowing at Frank in apology. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. I hope you

can understand that I was tricked by some mook because of that misunderstanding about your suit and almost threw you out..."

Even as he spoke, Eddie was trembling all over, his brow's sweat trickling and dropping to the ground.

"As long as we have that cleared up." Frank simply shrugged.

Eddie sighed in relief, actually surprised that Frank was so magnanimous that he did not press the issue.

"However..."

Frank suddenly continued, and the Clarke's felt their hearts leaping up their throats as he smiled. "You're not going to need my blood to purify the wedding ceremony now,@ight?"

Timothy could only smile miserably as he threw up his hands. "Oh, you're such a tease, Mr. Lawrence! I was

just saying that as a joke... We don't have such a tradition!"

"Good," Frank replied, just as a procession of Favoni cars drove into the mansion.

Stella and Chelly Favoni quickly alighted with an expensive suit and helped Frank get changed as everyone watched.

He certainly looked like a different man with that suit-where everyone was giving him the stink eye, the ladies were now staring at him with starry eyes.

Seeing that everyone including

Timothy were busy bowing their

heads as if awaiting his instructions, Frank could not help chuckling. "Come on. Is the wedding canceled or something?"

"What? Right... Of course!"

Timothy came to his senses and promptly ushered Frank into the wedding hall.

"Please, Mr. Lawrence... Spare my life..."

Behind Frank, Theo was still begging endlessly, but no one seemed to care.

By the time Frank and everyone else were inside the wedding hall, only Theo, Ilsa, and Ashley were kept outside by the security guards. "Theo... Urgh."

Ilsa certainly had nothing to say and sat feebly on the ground in utter disappointment.

She simply could not understand!