The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Various expressions alternated over Travis' face, and he bellowed at the stewardesses again, "Go, buy me a box of matches!"

"Yes, Mr. Dali..." The stewardesses flinched and hurried away.

Hugh was glaring furiously at Frank. "Frank, haven't you heard the saying 'live and let live'?"

"Live and let live, really?"

Frank chuckled in turn. "Did you listen to me when I tried to dissuade you from having me appraise that painting? You presumed I was trying to bail, even demanding that I kowtow to everyone." Hugh was stumped. He could only snort and clench his jaw.

Soon, the stewardesses returned with matches.

Travis' hands were shaking, but he ultimately burned the painting as everyone watched.

Even as the canvas was reduced to ashes, Travis' cheek clenched in heartache.

But there was no helping it-he had made a promise, and he must see it through.

Such was the unspoken ironclad rule when it came to antique appraisal.

fake painting.

was scowling, Frank tactfully turned to leave, positive that there were

be mistaken if you believe that I'm

antiques and other rarities all my life. They can't all be

I invite you to look through them as a favor for me! If

is it?" Frank smiled

not good about

will pay you a fee for every time you appraise.

worth. How about that?"

"What?!"

offer the man was really staking

of what

coffers, but it was also confidence in the

it and decided to

how confident Travis was, the man just might really

he needed without spending a dime, which was not necessarily bad for