Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 

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Chapter 271 

When she saw him arrive, Bethany immediately restrained her previously sharp and unpleasant expression, though she still seemed agitated, muttering, “You always help outsiders!” 

Mrs. Shaw also softened her stance compared to before and asked, “Why?” 

“I told my grandmother I would send her a few sets of custom–made clothes.” Frank smiled. “This weekend, I’m taking Charlotte back to listen to what my grandmother wants. If you bully her and she refuses to talk to me, how am I supposed to explain things to my grandmother?” 

Upon hearing those words, Bethany’s expression turned fierce. “You’re taking her to meet Madam Smith?” 

“Does it concern you?” Frank was terse and didn’t bother to say more. 

Bethany snorted coldly. “Madam Smith always values rules and reputation. How could she allow a bitch like her…” 

“Bethany, if my grandmother can tolerate someone like you, Ms. Wilson should definitely be liked by her.” 

Even in front of Mrs. Shaw, Frank didn’t spare Bethany any face. 

Mrs. Shaw, suppressing her anger, compromised, “Since this is for your sake, we’ll let 

it 

go for now and not hold it against her.” 

“Goodbye.” Frank’s tone was light as he escorted them out. 

His complete disregard for anyone’s feelings was infuriating, yet I didn’t dare to 

argue. 

Once the mother and daughter had left, I turned to him to thank him. “Thank you. What brings you here?” 

“You now owe me three meals.” 

Frank casually pulled out a chair and slumped into it. “I just said I’d come to look after your business.” 

I was skeptical. “Are you really that kind–hearted?” 

He never did anything without personal gain 

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He clicked his tongue and gave me a sidelong glance. “It seems you’re starting to understand me. You’re right. I’m here to discuss a business deal with you.” 

“What kind of business deal?” 

“You’ll make a few sets of clothes for my grandmother and also agree to one of my requests.” 

I frowned. “I’ll be making clothes and agreeing to your request… You call this a business deal?” 

It seemed like I was the only one at a disadvantage. 

There was no mutual benefit. 

Frank lounged back in his chair with his long legs spread out comfortably, “Mrs. Frost, oh no, I mean, former Mrs. Frost…” 

Tinterrupted, “I have a name–Charlotte.” 

For some reason, he always addressed me as “Mrs. Frost,” which carried a hint of mockery from his lips. 

“Oh, Ms. Wilson.” He corrected himself nonchalantly. “I’ll cover the cost of the custom -made clothes, but those ladies of the upper class in Jeswood, who have nothing better to do, like to play have afternoon tea with my grandmother…” 

“I understand!” 

I got the point. 

Custom–made clothes were aimed at the upper and middle classes, and the Smith family was at the top family in Jeswood–everyone wanted to attach themselves to 

that status. 

If Madam Smith wore clothes designed by me, it would open up the market for me, right?