Juniper listened quietly, her gaze resting on Shanley's face.
Meeting his girl's eyes, the man's demeanor softened instantly. "When do you want to blow it up?" he asked, his voice gentle. "I'll have my people prep the site."
"You don't care about the cost?" Juniper grabbed his hand, blinking up at him. "If I blow the whole place to the ground, I definitely don't have the money to pay you back."
"I'd never ask you to pay me back," Shanley smiled softly. "It's all going to be yours eventually anyway. You can do whatever you want with it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Unable to stomach the excessive PDA, Luella abruptly stood up. "I'm out of here."
"But you haven't eaten yet?" Juniper asked, confused. "Stay for dinner."
"I'm completely stuffed from all this PDA," Luella shot back sarcastically.
Juniper fell silent.
"Just a moment, Mr. Langley," Shanley said, leisurely rising to his feet and handing Luella a thick folder.
"What's this?" Luella was puzzled, and Juniper had no idea what it was either. But knowing Shanley, it couldn't be anything good.
Luella flipped the folder open. Inside was a thick stack of profiles. Specifically, men's profiles. Men of all ages, all professions, covering every possible demographic.
"Last time you asked me to help you find a suitable boyfriend, and I didn't want to disappoint," Shanley said, leaning casually with one hand in his pocket. He stared at Luella with a half-smile. "Take your time browsing. Let me know which one catches your eye."
Luella flipped through a few more pages, her face turning an impressive shade of mottled red and white. If Juniper hadn't been sitting right there, she would have chucked the entire binder of weirdos right at Shanley's smug face.
"Are you satisfied, Mr. Langley?" Shanley continued. "If not, I have a backup list."

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