The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Theo folded his arms before his chest and shot Frank a look of disdain. "I know you're doing your best to keep up appearances, but now you're just insulting our intelligence."

Noticing that the wedding guests were all looking at him just then, he continued confidently, "Everyone, why don't you consider who Gene Pearce is? He's the richest man on the east coast! And his company, Pearce Group, has countless smaller businesses and enterprises under its name!

"Even my father's high-end boutique and Pearson Group where I work is basically owned by Gene Pearce! Considering how important he is, would he be reachable by a simple phone call?! Do you think we're as stupid as you are, brat?!"

Nonetheless, Frank had turned on the speaker on his phone, allowing Gene to hear everything Theo had just said.

"Frank, who's that talking over there?" he asked, his tone at once sinister.

"Hehe. Just some blind fool-"

Before Frank could finish, Theo smirked at him and strode over, snatching his phone off his hands as he snapped over the phone, "Hey, so you're Gene Pearce, the richest man on the east coast?" Theo's blunt question left Gene annoyed. "I am. Who are you?"

"Tut, tut... So you're really keeping this up?"

clear as Gene said yes, and he shrugged dramatically at the wedding guests around him, leaving most of them

were all positive that Gene was too important to be reached by a simple

leveling Gina a mocking smile. "Oh, Gina... Your son-in-law is the real deal! How

clenched knuckles were a clear sign of how

Frank doing?! Had

had no idea that it was the real Gene on

Theo was being really rude toward Gene, she quickly reasoned, "Mr. Whiteson, you really should stop, because it's—"

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his head. "Just look at this, everyone! What an amazing couple act, getting into character so tacitly! You really disappoint me, Helen Lane-l thought you were smart and successful,

another chorus of laughter from the crowd,

phone again. "Who ove

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"Who am I?"

If you really are Gene Pearce, you'd remember my father Monrad Whiteson... Oh, wait, you wouldn't because