The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2725

As Frank and Drunken Moon chatted, a thirtyish man opened the door. His tailored suit was draped lopsidedly, and stubble grew all over his chin.

On top of that, there were wide dark circles under his eyes, both of which were bloodshot.

"Drunken Moon?" His eyes lit up when he realized who it was, but only for a second as his gaze soon dulled again.

Drunken Moon turned to Frank. "Allow me to introduce you to a friend, Lugh Frankton. Lugh, this is my friend Zein Dunham. You can just call him Zein."

After the men shook hands, Zein ushered them inside and made them tea.

Then, he curled into himself as he sat on a couch, looking miserably insomniac.

"You don't look like yourself," Drunken Moon pointed out, puzzled. "Did you suffer some sort of trauma?"

Zein smiled wryly. "You never know what could happen to you, I guess. Live and let live."

Drunken Moon looked around and realized that all of Zein's wedding photos were gone.

In fact, anything that had to do with Dani Farron, Zein's wife, was nowhere to be seen, a clear sign of a divorce.

Drunken Moon then remembered that Dani's family owed almost a million in debt when she married Zein. It was Zein who worked to clear her debt, but it seems that she had divorced him after she became debt-free.

It was simply sickening.

"Everyone told you that the bitch was horrible, but you doubted us." Drunken Moon smirked. "Too late now, is it?"

They were close enough to snark at each other anyway, so she was blunt about her opinion.

"I don't recall any issues with your company," she pressed. "Why are you acting as if she'd definitely succeed in a takeover without letting you have a cent?"

Zein shook his head, exasperated. "I was so stupid to have left all vital operations in her care, allowing her to take everything before I realized it."

Drunken Moon pointed out, "Then you can sue her for embezzlement!"

Drunken Moon nodded—Zein held his mother in high regard because his family was poor and depended on his mother completely for their livelihood.

Even if she was gone now, Zein remained ever grateful to her.

Moreover, it was a local tradition to never throw away a deceased's ashes, or it would mean torment in the afterlife for the dead.