THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 6 Episode 30

As Frank chuckled coolly, Kim appeared stunned. “What was that, Mr. Lawrence?”

“Nothing.” Frank waved her off. “So, when is the recruitment tourney starting?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Tomorrow?” Frank appeared thoughtful.

Kim studied his face in turn and said, “It’s just a thirty minute drive from here. Why don’t you stay the

night here if you don’t mind?”

“Sure,” Frank replied, not shying from accepting her offer.

And judging from Kim’s reaction, she had more to say—this time about what had happened at White

Court Hotel.

Suddenly, Aria got up with a forced smile. “It seems this is going to be a sensitive issue, so I’ll step out

for the moment.”

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Kim studied her and did not dissuade her, even turning to Liv. “Bring Ms. Lond for a stroll in the

garden.”

Liv, however, was visibility resistant toward Aria. “I refuse.”

Aria was not tempestuous as she usually was either, instead smiling awkwardly. “Don’t worry. I’ll just be

hanging around—I won’t go far.”

“Very well. Thank you, Ms. Lond,” Kim said, polite to the last.

Once Aria left the guest room, Kim’s expression turned serious as she gave Liv a look.

Liv did not drag her feet and inserted a memory card into a video camera, twisting the screen so that

Frank could see it.

Kim pointed at the camera as she explained, “A few days ago, Liv stumbled on certain White Court

Hotel managers conspiring with others out there to take footage of guests, which they then proceed to

use as leverage for blackmail. They happened to film you when you stayed there the other night, Mr.

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Lawrence, and they were convinced you were worth blackmailing too, since you drove a Maybach.”

Frank nodded, staying impassive as he watched two bellboys carrying him into a hotel room, with one

of them flashing the floor manager a knowing smile.

After that, Aria sneaked into Frank’s room.

Then came the part that the voyeurs had filmed—Aria took off Frank’s clothes and then her own,

making sure to mess up her hair and wiping her lipstick on his neck.

As Frank watched from the screen, Aria sneaked under his arms but otherwise did nothing until the

next morning.

Click.

Frank sighed lengthily—the truth was now revealed.

He felt like he was greatly unburdened after watching the video, the unease stuck fast in his heart

disappearing without a trace.

So it was all a staged performance by Aria and Aria alone—he had never done anything to her.

Turning toward Kim with a look of gratitude, he said, “Thank you, Ms. White. This means a lot to me.”

“Hehe.” Kim giggled. “It’s really nothing—there’s no way I’d do nothing when a good man like you is

being deceived.”