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 stancepared 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 exin 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.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    Mrs. Shaw, suppressing her anger,promised, "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.


    Hisplete 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''de to look after your business."


    I was skeptical. "Are you really that kind-hearted?"


    He never did anything without personal gain


    He clicked his tongue and gave me a sidelong nce. "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 outfortably, "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 nonchntly. "I''ll cover the cost of the custom -made clothes, but thosedies of the upper ss in Jeswood, who have nothing better to do, like to y have afternoon tea with my grandmother..."


    "I understand!"


    I got the point.


    Custom-made clothes were aimed at the upper and middle sses, 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?


    However, I looked at him warily. "What is the request you want me to agree to?"


    Having been burned before at thest party, I had learned my lesson.


    His actions were often unpredictable, and I couldn''t trust him without knowing in advance.


    "I haven''t decided yet."


    He shrugged and looked at me with interest. "Do you think there''s something you have now that''s worth me going through all this trouble to deceive you?"


    His question left me speechless. After a moment of thought, I agreed, "Alright, I''ll agree."


    Though Frank was elusive, he hadn''t done anything truly harmful to me. For the sake of the Jeswood market, it was worth taking a gamble.


    Once everything was settled, he showed no intention of leaving.


    I couldn''t help but ask, "Aren''t you leaving?"


    Frank was fiddling with his phone and didn''t look up. "I''m waiting for you to finish work."