NovelEnglishFrank had no idea that Winter was miserable that Aria stole her beloved.
He merely presumed that his drunken fumble made things awkward between Winter and Aria, and he certainly had no words of comfort for that.
As such, his frustration only grew as he listened to Winter's sobs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBeside him, Aria was hovering around him, placing food on his plate while sliding pointed glances at the direction in which Winter left.
She could not help it—Frank was as rich as he was successful, and Winter could not blanyone that he was taken since she did not seize him.
Henry Lane's funeral was held the next day.
Vicky called early in the morning to inform Frank that she was busy and that he should attend as Grande Pharma's representative.
Frank did not dwell on it and drove Aria to Grande Square to pick out a couple of dresses suitable for the funeral.
Aria was excited through it all and dragged Winter across every specialty store before finally picking a black dress tailored by a famous designer worth over five million.
"Wrap it up," she told the retail assistant haughtily.
Though Frank would not actually miss five million, not to mention that he had Grande Corp's gold card, Aria's attitude left him truly uncomfortable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen they left, they ran into Jean Zims.
She was clearly unfriendly toward Aria. "So that's how iBeoing to be, huh?" Aria did not flinch, even puffing her ample bosom as she snorted. "Who Frank likes is his choice." Jean pointed a finger at Aria's face and leveled a stern look at Frank. "Do you really like this woman, Frank?" Frank frowned, but before he could say a sword, Aria stepped between them, her expression cool. "What are you talking about?" "You know what | mean." Jean snorted. "We turned a blind eye when you slept around before. Do you really think you can face Winter after what you did, when she thought the world of you?!" Aria glowered as Jean exposed her.
"Me, sleeping around? That's slander!" she snapped before suddenly smiling. "What, so you're both jealous? You and Winter kept callingbestie, but you're both just resentful!" Smack! Jean was as short-tempered as she was poor in verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly across her face! "You bitch. We've seen your true colors now," Jean growled under her breath.
Aria was left clutching her face, going mad right then.
"You hit me?! How dare you?!" she shrieked before turning toward Frank, "Did you see that?! She just slapped me!" "Alright—both of you should just calm down," Frank said as things started to get heated.
He caught Aria before she could lunge at Jean, although he was frowning at Jean too. "I messed up with Aria, and | have to take responsibility." “Hmph.” Jean snorted, glancing between them. "Mr. Lawrence, I'm sure you're not one to fall for temptation too.
Just watch your back—that woman you're with is a snake." With that, Jean strode off.
On the other hand, Aria struggled violently to free herself from Frank's palm and shrieked manically, "What are you doing?! You saw her hit me, and not only did you not hit back, but you also stopped me?" Frank frowned again. "You're friends. Don't make things so awkward."
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