The woman leaned into Francis's embrace with a shy expression and said gently, "Hey, don't worry. I know you well enough, and I'm already yours now. I will support anything you say, but I won't let other women touch my man!"
Francis seemed to be very anxious and tried his best to explain. "My baby, don't worry! Ever since we were together, I haven't even touched that b*tch's hand. I find her disgusting and vulgar. When I settle this matter, I'll serve you well in the future!"
As he spoke, Francis sighed again. "Actually, I was planning to wait until we got married and figured out the hotel ownership before we got a divorce! However, I didn't expect someone to throw a wrench in the works. That b*tch has a classmate who seems to be very capable. She even took care of Quayle easily! I thought that if I didn't want any money, I wouldn't need to continue coaxing that b*tch. Who knew that my dad would actually do this to me!?"
