Frank smiled faintly. The impression was dismissive. "Even though she's a top model, her taste in fashion is terrible. I don't want her to choose my outfit."

"B-but, your future wife is Miss Hall, not me. She gets to choose."

However, Frank shook his head. "You come with me ... or I refuse to go to that place."

Kara sighed in resignation. "That threat again," she grumbled worriedly.

With lazy movements, she turned off the computer and tidied up her desk. After that, they left together.

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