The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1127

Still, Frank had to concede that even though she hid her face, the woman's figure was one that could give Helen and Vicky a run for their money.

Her long, fair legs were crossed beneath the table, while her bare belly was flat and her skin smooth. Even her gait alone would set a man's loins on fire, and no average man could withstand her charms—they would fall for her in no time at all.

However, while Frank liked women and did not shy from allowing his gaze to linger, he had no time to waste now, especially with Vicky's safety uncertain.

"Now, now. I know you have plenty of questions, but you must drink this or I won't answer a thing."

The woman glanced pointedly at the glass of wine she slid to Frank, her eyes flashing with dangerous desire.

Suddenly, her voice seemed to boom with a mystical power as she repeated, "Drink."

Frank unwittingly reached out, ready to pick up the glass.

"Hmph!" He suddenly came to his senses and slammed his hand on the table instead as he snapped coldly, "I'm not here to drink. I don't care who you are—tell me where Vicky is!"

"Oh, you're so tactless!"

The woman shook her head in disappointment, but soon, her alluring gaze was sharp like a viper's. "Like I said, Frank Lawrence… Oh, I mean, Donn Lawrence—I'm not telling you a thing if you don't drink."

"What?!"

Frank was taken aback—she knew who he really was?