The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Yes, yes, yes... You're a real gentleman, so much nobler than I am!"

Relieved, Mr. Quaker turned to leave.

Frank then turned to Jada. "Well done, Ms. Turin. You've really straightened him out—I'm impressed."

"You flatter me, Mr. Frankton!" Jada smiled. "It was just cheap tricks really no big deal."

"Tell me!" Frank asked, curious.

"The power you granted us is quite curious, as it grants the ability to cast illusions too! That's why I had one of us hound him day and night, haunting him with nameless monstrosities!"

Frank nodded in realization-at that point, Mr. Quaker had to submit.

Since he was being haunted by illusions, no one would believe him, since the average person would always be skeptical toward the paranormal.

However, because they were definitely appearing right in front of Mr. Quaker's eyes, he would not forget it anytime soon-they would even show up whenever he closed his eyes.

That was simply giving Mr. Quaker a taste of his own medicine—he wanted to be unreasonable, so they just had to go beyond that!

Not only would they never be caught in the act, but intimidation was not against the law too. The power they used was also without name and untraceable, so Mr. Quaker had to yield either way.

"Sorry for causing so much trouble!"noveldrama

Dawn appeared apologetic. "Not only did you have to go through all that just to help me, but I'm not recovering at all."

She had been taking her prescriptions just as Frank had instructed her to. But for some reason, when she was just about to recover, she suddenly could not.

Even now, she remained amnesiac, and Frank's efforts had clearly gone to waste.

Still, Frank chuckled. "It's alright. Detoxing takes time in the first place. And someone's sabotaging our efforts too, so it makes sense that it doesn't work."

"Sabotage? Who?" Dawn asked.

Frank held up his ring. "It seems reluctant to let me find out about your memories ahead of schedule."

"It is?!" Dawn was dumbfounded-did that mean that the spiritron vein had thoughts of its own?

Frank shrugged. "Whatever the case may be, you can trust me-this treatment works, but we must take our time."

"Sure."

Seeing how determined Frank was, Dawn believed him and nodded quietly, following him to his Rolls-Royce.

Five minutes later, they stopped

outside the lograms' residence, and

the security guard outside

recognized Frank, smiling and

greeting him. "Long time no see, Mr. Frankton. Are you here to see Ms. Ingram?"

"Yeah. How are things? Are Tigris and the others doing well?" Frank passed him a cigarette, making small talk with the man without

puffing himself with superiority.

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The security guard accepted the cigarette with both hands. "Are you really fine

with this? You're a VIP now..."

Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "What VIP? We're all people. Rank doesn't matter."

The security guard was left grinning ear-to-ear.

So this was why Jason Chand considered Frank a brother from another mother and treated him like one. The man's character was simply beyond question!

"Tigris has been doing well too. I heard he just became general manager and is now basically the top dog in the company!"