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.

just a fake painting. I'll

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

you'd be mistaken if you believe that

he said firmly, "I have collected and appraised antiques and other rarities all my life. They can't all be fake -even if there's one in

for me! If there are more fakes,

no good, is it?" Frank

not good about

for every time

worth. How about that?"

"What?!"

all stunned by Travis' offer the man was

of what that

confidence in his coffers, but it

thought about it and decided to agree

Travis was, the man just might really have something

without spending a dime, which was not necessarily bad for him.