A third party, and now a fourth party was being cursed at.Never did I expect that just as I burst into laughter, a stifled chuckle echoed not far behind me.Startled, I turned around and met a somewhat carefree and unruly face, with a hint of roguishness at the corners of his lips. He wore a leather jacket and casually leaned against the wall. "Mrs. Frost has quite unique tastes."Caught eavesdropping, I felt a bit guilty, but then dissipated it with a thought. "Aren't you the same?""I didn't want to interrupt your enjoyment.""Well, you've interrupted it now."I retorted, glancing at him. "Who are you, and how do you know about me?""Frank Smith." He told me his full name, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor and straightened up. "Mrs. Frost, goodbye."With that said, he walked away, grabbed the bun of the wealthy heiress, and sarcastically remarked, "Bethany, with your intelligence so dim that you can't even distinguish who the real Mrs. Frost is, you can forget about being a
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