The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank's words were completely logical, and Whitney had no choice but to accept the debit card. "In that case, you're staying for lunch-I won't take no for an answer!"

Frank chuckled. "I'd really love to stay, but I really have to go since something big is going on. I'll be back when I'm done, though."

Whitney sighed in exasperation, "You've been giving so much to Chandlerton, but you can't even stay for lunch? How is that fair?"

Frank waved her off. "We're way past that, sister. Don't worry-I'm definitely coming back as long as I'm not busy."

At that point, Whitney had no choice but to see off Frank, feeling how much things had changed just then. Just a while ago, Frank was just trying to lease a plot of land for farming, but he was now a millionaire. The world sure worked in strange ways!

Still, it was understandable, since Frank was simply not your average Joe. Be it his skill in medicine or martial arts, an ordinary person just would not compare.

Whitney just hoped that things would go smoothly for him from now on too, as that meant she would not have to worry about Sally either.

As a mother, she knew her daughter's temperament—she only settled down a little with Frank around.

In the car, Sally asked in curiosity, "Why didn't you stay for lunch? It's not like we're pressed for time-it's perfectly fine to get to know my mom better."

"Are you crazy?" Frank snapped in annoyance. "What daughter disses her mother like that?"

Sally laughed. "Why are you bothered when I don't? It's the new age, and remarrying is perfectly normal. I really don't mind."

Frank was left speechless-only Sally could say something that ridiculous and treat her mother like a skank.

If he were Whitney, he would make her pay if he heard that.

Half an hour later, Frank's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a hill.

Frank had already sensed something unusual about the place and told Sally to stay in the car while he hiked up the hill.

There were plenty of small cottages halfway up the hill, and a small village soon came to view.

There was smoke billowing from chimneys as it was lunchtime, giving the appearance of industry and civilization.

Frank had no time for the mundane, however.

Avoiding the villagers, he headed straight to the hilltop temple.

There were no priests presiding over it, and it was obvious that the villagers were not religious, as the temple was dilapidated.

Frank strode in, as he sensed the strangeness from within.

As a pile of dust was dislodged off the creaking door, Frank smiled in wry amusement.

After all, he was staring at statues and symbols from seemingly every cult and major religion-crucifixes, Buddhas, and even demons!

It seemed that there were believers of various faiths who decided they had no place for these religious objects after they already paid for it. Since throwing it away would incur the displeasure of divine beings, they would instead send them over to the nearest religious worship.

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However, most would be considerate enough, for example only sending a Buddha statue to a Buddhist temple. On the other the previous owner of these religious objects did not even bother to make an effort, and that was not taking their superstition into account.

It was certainly amusing!

Frank rubbed his chin in thought for a moment and suddenly snapped at the statue of a Daoist figure, "You can come out now!"

The temple remained dead silent after half a minute, so he pressed, "Don't make me drag you out from there, or there'd be hell to pay!"

"No, wait! I'll come out, alright?!"

Just as Frank finished, a tramp

emerged from behind the statue. If it was not for the feminine voice, one really would not have been able to identify the five foot five frame Her hair and clothes were a mess and her cheeks covered in dirt.

And upon a closer look, there were fleas darting around her!