The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 902

Naturally, the other Turnbulls were less than friendly toward Frank.Other than Vicky, they all had looks of a constipated person wheneverthey glanced Frank's way.

He was a real piece of work, but they could neither snap at him norchase him away.

Hurt him? They were still counting on him to cure George!

All they could do was to defame him in private, even blaming him forGeorge's condition when he contracted it six months ago.

Frank did not care at all—it was the last day of treatment for Georgeand the day of the Turnbulls’ annual dinner.

Starting from the morning, luxurious cars were driving into the Turnbullestate, with men and women striding in as they attended theprestigious banquet.

They were all family or regional executives, all of them embodying themight of the Turnbulls as one of the Four Families of Morhen.Naturally, Frank could see that not the entire family was gathered justyet.

At the center of the dazzling banquet hall, countless servants werehurrying around busily, lining the tables with exquisite dishes andcountless glasses of expensive wine.

Frank stood at a corner, watching as hundreds of Turnbull familymembers and executives mingled.

They were all the backbone to the family empire—and it was alwaysthis grand and lively every year.

"What are you still doing here?" Yonca Wells asked, striding over toFrank when she happened to finish a conversation and spot him in thecorner.

Though she clearly appeared disgruntled, Frank chuckled in her face,unmoved. "What, do you want to chase me away right now?"

"Hmph."

Yonca snorted, pursing her lips. "This is our family's annual dinner, andoutsiders aren't allowed here. You're already done curing Mr. Turnbulltoo, so can't you go back to your pig sty in the outer reaches?"

Frank remained calm despite her insults and pointed at Titus who waschatting with Glen in the distance. "So, Titus Lionheart is a Turnbulltoo?"

Yonca turned and saw Titus in his tailored suit and refined mannerisms,and she quickly turned back to shoot Frank a look of disdain. "He'll befamily eventually. Who do you think you are compared to him? Don'tyou understand your place at all?"

"Nope," Frank shook his head and replied quietly. "All I know is that I'vebeaten him."

Despite his pleasant conversation with Glen, Titus seemed to senseFrank's stare just then.

He turned, his gaze turning sinister even as Frank continued, "Twice.And naturally, it's going to happen a third time."

Yonca rolled her eyes at Frank's conceited gloating and left.

After all, if Glen could not stop Frank from attending this dinner,whatever she said was pointless.

Even snide remarks got her a slap in the face.

Titus soon arrived with a glass of wine in hand, rearing his chin to shootFrank a lofty glare. "I'm surprised you'd stay, Mr. Lawrence. I mustadmit that you have balls.”

“It's just that yours are smaller,” Frank chuckled with a scowl.

He absent-mindedly picked up a glass of wine from the table andclinked it with Titus".