The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 229

After a while, Lydia returned with two contracts.

Frank quickly signed them and had his card swiped for payment.

Once the paperwork was done, Lydia handed them the car keys while asking, "Are you going to drive the car, or shall we deliver them to your residence?"

"I'll drive."

"Okay. Shall we get the cars now, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank nodded and had Janet come along as Lydia led them to the warehouse.

As they arrived, an E-class Mercedes stopped beside them, with Mr. Lambert and Marian alighting.

Frank glanced at them, and saw that Marian's clothes were a mess even as she wrapped her hands around Mr. Lambert's arm.

"It's good, right?" she purred. "Shall we sign the sales contract right away?"

Mr. Lambert, however, remained hesitant for a long while. "Yeah. It's good, but it just falls short of my expectations. I think I'll check out the others…"

Marian was left staring at him. "The others? Well, if you don't like Mercedes, we have Maybachs too…"

Mr. Lambert merely peered at one for a moment and decided against it. "Actually, I'm busy. I'll come talk to you some other day."

And with that, he left in a hurry.

"Mr. Lambert! How could you do this to me…" Marian was left seething—the man had his fun, and then refused to pay up?!

He had swindled her, plain and simple!

Still, Marian noticed Frank staring at her just then and promptly took it out on him. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a pretty face before?"

Frank snorted and shook her head, while Lydia quickly said, "Here's your Maybach, Mr. Lawrence."

After Frank passed Janet the key to the other Maybach, they drove out of the warehouse and went their separate ways.

Frank returned to his hilltop mansion in Skywater Bay in the evening and took out the Myriad Hued Snow Lotus to cultivate it.

He did so for the next forty-eight hours, undisturbed as his form improved to the next level.

When he opened his eyes again, his vigor manifested into a spiral that absorbed all the natural energies around him.

At that point forth, his body was constantly refining itself, while his senses reached its maximum potential—he could hear a conversation clearly even from upstairs.

He took out Noel York's card just then and called the number.

Noel soon answered. "Hello. Who is it?"

"Ms. York, I'm Frank Lawrence," Frank replied. "We met before at Hoff Hotel."