The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2092

Tigris was naturally stunned—so this was the generosity of heiresses these days, giving away company like presents!

While Tigris was left unsure what to say, Donnie spoke up, saying, "Alright, let's save the chit-chat for later. Let's eat!"

As they took their seats, Donnie brought out a bottle of red wine, opening it while commenting, "It's a joyous day, so let's all have a taste of this Domaine de la Romanee-Conti!"

"Why?" Tigris was puzzled. "Don't they always say the '82 Lafite is the best?"

Frank was not sure if he should laugh and cry, and Donnie chuckled. "I can see from Mr. Frankton's reaction that he understands. Perhaps you should hear it from him."

"The Romanee is way more valuable." Frank nodded, but he soon added, "Though I can't say I love wine all that much. Do you have spirits around here?"

"Of course!" Donnie then brought out a bottle of rum.

"Here, I'll pour it for you!"

Alda took the bottle, pouring a glass for Frank while saying, "Why not red wine? Spirits are very strong, so it can be harmful…"

Even as she continued her lecture about nutrition without caring if Frank was listening, her eager gaze was fixed on Frank's.

Unlike Linda Yates or Nora Frankton, there was an innocent quality to hers. She also had good looks that could match A-list celebrities, and Frank suddenly leaned in to kiss her in his excitement.

"Ahh! What…"

Alda flushed up to her ears.

Before she could snap at Frank, however, she realized that he was probably treating her, so she had no reason to get upset!

"D-Don't do that again…" she murmured softly, but she quickly corrected herself when she realized what she had said. "I-I mean you can… But you have to tell me first! No sudden moves!"

Frank simply pinched her cheek—she was just that adorable.

Alda pouted and made an angry face right then. "You're coming with me. What if I cough up blood again?"

That had actually slipped Frank's mind—he certainly did not want to stay in the same room as Alda.

However, between hiding in Ingram Mansion or getting attacked by the she-wolves of the PR department, hiding was definitely the better option.

"Sorry, Mr. Frankton! I have something to do by myself, so I'll be going!"

Tigris was sharp as ever and promptly left when he saw how things were going.

Meanwhile, in Alda's room, she was proficiently instructing the servants to move out all the medical equipment, so that her previous furniture could be moved back in.

"How about that, Mr. Frankton? I have impressive tastes, no?" Alda pointed at a canvas painting on the wall.

"It's good." Frank shrugged. "But I'm not big on foreign artwork. Local works suit me better."