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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 1126
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With those words, Glen turned toward Jet and said, "Gather the blackguards and go to Waver Street with Frank. We need to be serious about this." Frank would rather work alone, but he was not familiar with Morhen and had to agree to Glen's suggestion.

Soon, the blackguards were sortied and departed.

However, Waver Street was very far from Turnbull Estate, and it was night by the tthey arrived.

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It was certainly a lively place, where people freely mingled, even going at it in the alley.

Curses, cheers, and jeers could be heard from any corner, and Frank actually stood out like a sore thumb.

He split up with Jet before walking down the street as agreed.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna hang out?" A flamboyantly dressed woman stood out in the street, winking at Frank with a cigarette between fingers.

"Con in! Our ladies are the best!" A middle-aged woman beckoned at Frank.

"Sorry, I'll pass," Frank said, having no interest, and shook his head as he sidestepped them.

At the stime, he was grumbling under his breath, "The perffrom the letter..." He thought that it would be easy to track down the sender with the distinct perfon the letter, but the pungent scent of perfumes was everywhere along Waver Street.

It also left him especially annoyed that Vicky would definitely be harassed if she showed up here.

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And he was not with her on top of that...

"Hmm...?!" While the thought left him increasingly anxious, he paused, staring at a certain tavern.

There was nothing innovative about the tavern, and the women were not particularly attractive.

However, Frank could smell a scent identical to the perfon the letter! He hurried inside without further ado, and soon, a woman in a belly dancer get-up and a veil started downstairs toward him.

"Oh, where are you from, handsome?" She giggled and fanned herself, spreading the scent of her perfeven further.

Frank beceven more sure that she was the sender and reared his chin at her as he asked, "Who are you?" "Haha..." The woman giggled, walking toward him. "Now that's a el tist really strange question, handsYou're the one who barged into my tavern, making no orders and questioning who I am. What is that if not rude? Still... I don't dislike that. I could even say that I like you a lot!" "Quit speaking in riddles," Frank said sternly, whipping out the letter between his fingers as he demanded coolly, "You wrote this letter, didn't you? Cfindif you want to save your father." Even as Frank leveled an icy glare at the woman, she simply held out a hand invitingly. "Hehe... You really have a sharp nose, handsome, trackingdown from so far away." Frank inadvertently glanced at her cleavage just then—she seemed to be squeezing her breasts together deliberately as she bowed slightly forward while keeping her calm smile.

Silent for a moment, Frank eventually sat down at one of the booth seats.

"I'll be frank. I'd rather not entertain you..." The woman brought a bottle of wine and sat nonchalantly in front of Frank, pouring a full glass which she slid up to Frank. "But there's no helping it. You're just so adorable, In like you're tailor made for yours truly! I really can't lie to you..." Despite being unable to see her face because of the white veil, Frank could imagine her mischievous smile beneath it.