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. I'll be

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

"Sir, you'd be mistaken

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

you to look through them as a favor for me! If there are more fakes, I will destroy

no good, is

not good

you a fee for every time you appraise. If it's a fake, then you will

worth. How about that?"

"What?!"

Travis' offer the man was really staking his

of

worth... It was not just confidence in his coffers, but it was

about it and decided to

confident Travis was, the man just

knew if he could get what he needed without spending a dime, which was not necessarily bad for him. "Alright. I'll stay," Frank said and returned