Love At The Right Price

Chapter 21

Gasp. The atmosphere turned stiff, and only sounds of gasps could be heard from the crowd.

e booth was dumbfounded as this sudden development caught them off guard.

Fabian Lewis approached Harold at the speed of light with a nosy expression. “Mr. Brandt, what’s up with this chick? Does she have a death wish or what? How dare she ask President Holt to accompany her for a drink?”

Someone else chimed in, “Yes, it’s a pity that she’s such a beauty. If it were us, we might not care about what she’s done. But she just had to pick President Holt, who has the worst temper and refuses to get close to a woman. It’s over for her, I’m afraid.”

After all, in their eyes, Frank was not a man who knew how to appreciate women.

Harold was completely terrified and did not dare to look at Frank at all. He was even thinking about running away. “You’re right, it’s over. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have come to Witt Bar even if it kills me.”

Everyone knew that Harold had always liked beautiful women, and they all thought that he was acting like this because he was lamenting Tamara. But only he knew that it was not Frank or Tamara who was finished, but him, Harold!

It was him who had dragged Frank here and called the beautiful ladies over… He was just trying to take Frank, the eldest young master of the Holt Family, to have some fun at the bar, but happened to be caught by the future lady of the Holt Family. Wasn’t he finished?

Both of them were extremely dear to Elle. One of them was her grandson, and the other was her granddaughter-in-law. He, an outsider, couldn’t afford to offend either of them.

Seeing that something interesting was about to happen, Fabian grabbed Harold and said with great interest, “How do you think this chick will end up?”

“Let me go!” Harold clenched his fists. Tamara’s gonna be fine, but if I don’t run away soon, I’m gonna be in deep trouble.

Just when Harold was about to tear his hair out, he heard Frank’s deep voice that was hiding a smile. “Okay.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

It was just a simple word, but it was as if everyone had been struck with a bolt of lightning. Did we mishear? Or did President Holt make a mistake? Not only did he not get angry, but he even agreed?

Not just them, but even Harold, who knew a part of the inside story, looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He couldn’t remember when Frank had become so good-tempered. Even if she is his son’s mother, it’s still too much for her to treat him like a host in public. And yet, he didn’t get angry?

Tamara was taken aback as well. She hadn’t expected him to agree so readily.

Frank immediately took out his phone and waved a payment code at her. He raised his eyebrows and said in a low and rich voice, “Transfer the money.”

“So be it.” Tamara wasn’t the type to dilly-dally either. With a wave of her small hand, she immediately transferred one million to his account.

Without waiting for Frank to dismiss the women around him, Tamara paced over with her long legs. Casting the hostesses a cold and haughty gaze, she ordered, “Get lost.”

In order to regain their favor, Harold immediately rushed them out. “It’s all Fabian’s fault. Who asked all of you to come here? Can’t you see that Mrs. Holt is here? Hurry up and go! Bunch of dimwits.”

Mrs. Holt? The hostesses stared at Tamara huffily before getting up to leave unwillingly. To tell the truth, none of them dared to approach Frank at the beginning because of his overwhelmingly cold aura.

However, everyone around him was acting extremely respectful to him, and it was clear at a glance that he was not someone to be trifled with, so only the ones who were brave dared to cling onto him. However, as soon as he sat down, Tamara immediately showed up. They hadn’t even managed to say a word yet!

In this situation, Tamara was most likely the only one who thought that he was fooling around.

Frank’s side was originally empty, but now it had become even more spacious. Seeing this, Tamara appeared slightly relaxed, and she took a few steps forward and sat down beside him matter-of-factly. The distance between the two was less than an inch, making them seem a little intimate.

What surprised Fabian and others the most was that Frank didn’t look angry, and he wasn’t throwing a fit. This woman actually managed to sit down beside him so peacefully?