All Chapters of The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Gina quickly pulled Zeb to sit beside him, "You're finally here, Mr. Larkin. Come, sit."Cindy and Peter also promptly served him drinks and cigarettes, a privilege Frank never had.Gina turned to Henry right then. "It's all thanks to Mr. Larkin that we can celebrate your birthday here. You should appreciate him more.""And you can shove it," Henry snorted impatiently. "I never asked for this—the way I see it, it would have been far better if there wasn't a party at all.""Oh, would you stop it? We'd be the ones seen in a bad light if we didn't do anything," Gina lectured.Frank was frowning in turn.He knew a thing or two about Riverton Hotel, and he doubted Zeb had the authority to pull strings."Did he really book this hall?" he asked suspiciously."Who else would have, if not him? You?" Peter shot back."The Chief of General Affairs' secretary came to visit us personally. What, are you jealous?" Cindy joined in."The Chief of General Affairs' secretary? Do you have his na

"Let's see!"Everyone else was curious since Henry really liked Frank's gift, only to be disappointed when they saw that it was just a painting.Gina rolled her eyes. "What's so impressive about that?""Exactly." Peter pursed his lips. "Some dull paintings are worth a lot less than the porcelain vase."Henry frowned. "Dull painting? It's an Alfie Bronx piece—did you ever finish school, not knowing who he is?"Cindy pointed at Frank. "What, just because he said so? He could say it's by King Arthur for all I care!""Haha!" Zeb laughed. "Sir, I don't mind telling you but paintings are easiest to fake, especially if they're old. No canvas would be preserved this well—the way I see it, it's fake."Gina and the others nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. Mr. Larkin is right."They had not the faintest idea about antique or art, but if Zeb said so, then it must be."Just throw it away already, Grandpa," Peter then told Henry. "Why would you keep a bootleg?"Henry quickly put it away and sna

"Oh, it's not a problem," Gina assured Aron before wheeling on Frank. "Go on, bring your painting.""What are you doing, Mom?!" Helen snapped with a scowl—if the real Bronx was being hung in Gerald Simmons' office, Aron would definitely recognize it!Did she really have to go that far just to humiliate Frank?Gina giggled smugly in turn. "Don't you dare side with him—he's the one who kept insisting that it's real. Let's see what he's going to say now!""What…" Helen bit her lip, speechless.On the other hand, Frank remained impassive as he passed the painting to Aron, who was stunned when he saw it.Gina hurried up to him, asking, "So? Is it real?"Zeb, Cindy and Peter were staring at Frank in turn, waiting for him to embarrass himself!Aron inhaled deeply and said, "Of course it's real.""See—wait, what's that?" Gina froze before she could start mocking Frank. "Are you sure, Mr. Lynch?""Of course," Aron nodded repeatedly. "I've seen this painting every day for so long, sinc

Zeb was going to make the bigwigs' acquaintance, but he did not even have a chance to greet them when they all turned toward Frank."Mr. Lawrence, our chief would like to invite you for an exchange at Flora Hall. You must come whenever you have the time.""Mr. Lawrence, our chief cordially invites you to…""Mr. Lawrence, my daughter is…"Everyone spoke all at once, encircling and flattering Frank to kingdom come.Exasperated, Frank could only nod and agree to their requests.Naturally, Zeb, Gina, Cindy, and Peter were all gaping, with Gina's jaw almost dropping on the floor right then. "W-Why are they being so nice to him?"Beside her, Cindy and Peter looked like they ate dung.The crowd around them who were watching were busy gossiping among themselves too."My god, who is he? All the representatives from major groups are hovering around him!""I don't know… But isn't he Helen's lowlife ex-husband?""Are you sure? A lowlife being extended so many invitations?"Meanwhile, t

Frank said, "I'd be near enough that way while you can make a living for yourself. What do you think?""Sure, that's good." Carol nodded repeatedly but soon paused. "But wouldn't buying a whole shop be very expensive? I don't really need it that badly…"Frank smiled. "Don't worry—I can afford it.""Then… Thank you very much. I don't know what else I can say," Carold exclaimed. "Can I have Winter with me too? Don't worry—we won't run away.""Are you still wary of me, Madam Zims?" Frank asked in surprise.He could not say that he was not hurt with how careful she was around him, especially since he was sincere.Carol shook her head and made sure Winter was not around before saying, "No… I think you know about Winter's situation too, that she's not my daughter…?""I am aware. I don't mind telling you that I showed up at your snackbar the first time to look for her," Frank admitted, having no reason to hide it since Carol was now opening up to him.Carol nodded in turn. "Yes, but W