The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348 

The Yaffes‘ banquet took place in two days as scheduled. 

Vicky, unaware of Frank’s recent escapades, drove to Frank’s hilltop mansion to bring him 

over. 

As Frank stepped outside, he was surprised to see Yara with Vicky. 

Still, it made sense for Yara to be invited too, since she was the Quill family’s heiress. 

As Frank got in the car, he asked, “Why bring me along to a party for rich kids?” 

“Hey, you’re one of us too,” Vicky giggled, patting Frank on the arm. “And you’re not going to embarrass yourself when I’m gracing you with my presence. Also, we can properly enjoy ourselves since this party is held exclusively for brats–the geezers won’t be showing up, not to mention that we haven’t hung out ever since Grande Pharma was founded.” 

Frank pursed his lips. “Amazing. You’re treating me with someone’s money!” 

“Oh, quit fussing with the details. Yara, drive.” 

They soon arrived at a prestigious clubhouse by the river, and the security guard took a moment to check who they were before letting them through. 

The waitresses were all dressed in pretty dirndls, while the waiters wore elegant vests. 

The first floor was equipped with various gambling equipment, while to the back was a golf course and a racehorse circuit. 

Many of the rich kids were already on their horses, and Vicky was pulling Frank along too. ” Come on, let’s go for a ride–we rarely do it, since we’re always driving.” 

Frank pursed his lips–Vicky could get a little thick at times. 

When he was a traveler, he would be happy if he could ride a donkey in the more hostile reaches. 

If anything, driving was absolutely comfortable in contrast to horse–riding–the latter really hurt the butt when one had to rush! 

These rich kids were really asking for it…. 

“Not interested,” he said. “I’ve had more than my fair share of horses during my time as a farmer. You ladies should 

go.” 

“Tch.” Vicky clicked her tongue. “These are Ferghana horses–they’re different.” 

Frank chuckled. “They can’t really gallop in a small field like this one. They’d be trotting at best.” 

“Oh, shove it. Let’s go, Yara.” Vicky huffed and pulled Yara along to the horse track. 

When they were gone, Frank looked around. 

He had to admit that it was nice seeing just young people gathering–no one would be talking shop, as they would all be busy enjoying themselves with their buddies. 

He picked up a cocktail and sat down in front of a slot machine. 

Chapter 348 

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