The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 788

Even if neither Kat nor Nash would say it, both father and daughter cared for each other.

Kat had stepped up for her father when he was hurt, despite supposedly being a rebellious adolescent and despite the consequences.

It was the same for Nash, which was why Frank could be sure that Kat was just a little rebellious and not actually rotten.

And it was normal behavior for girls her age.

"Oh, it's very late, Mr. Lawrence… Let's get you to bed. I've already cleaned a room for you."

With that, Nash led Frank upstairs to the guest room.

The furnishing was not particularly grand, but it was clean and everything necessary was inside.

"Is this to your satisfaction, Mr. Lawrence?" Nash asked apprehensively.

"It's good. Don't worry, I'm not that demanding." Frank nodded. "Thanks, Nash."

Nash breathed a sigh of relief and bowed slightly as he closed the door. "You're most welcomed, and I should be thanking you instead—things would have turned bad for me and my daughter if not for you."

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It was late into the night, and Frank took off his jacket to stare at the moon outside the window.

As his troubled thoughts eased, he entered a meditative state for half an hour, when someone knocked on his door.

He got up, narrowing his eyes as he stretched his ears and listened to the presence outside.

It was light but rushed—it was Kat.

Frank opened the door to find her with black hair—it seemed that the white hair was just a wig.

Kat's request left Frank further perplexed, but he closed the door.

What the hell was the brat visiting him for, and this late at night?

Kat planted herself on the bed and sighed exasperatedly when she saw Frank standing still by the door.

"Why are you just standing there? Come here, sit," she said, gesturing at the empty spot beside her.

Though she had just matured, Kat had a good figure, having fleshed out where she should.

Moreover, she was good-looking, even though her delinquent before hid her dainty facial features and pretty face. In a few years, she would match even Helen Lane in beauty.

"Ahem." Frank cleared his throat. "Just so you know, I'm not interested in a brat like you."