The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions,” the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of paper toward Frank Lawrence.

They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank’s sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. “What’s this?”

Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, “Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you’re no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it’s therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner.”

Frank smiled bitterly. “Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?”

Gina glowered. “This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and Helen, but we’ve been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what’s good for you.”

Frank inhaled deeply.

For three years, he utilized every connection and resources he had, helping Lane Holdings develop from a small business to a public company.

And yet, the Lanes only considered him a freeloading husband… how ironic!

Nonetheless, he said, “I can agree to the divorce, but let me see Helen first.”

“My daughter doesn’t have time for you,” Gina snapped coolly.

chuckled. “She asked for a divorce but has no time for

and my daughter. You’d never understand her burden when you

nodded in agreement. “But I won’t sign this if I don’t

Bang!

the table and glared at him savagely. “Know your place, Mr. Lawrence! I’m here talking to you to spare your

eyes at Gina. “Lane Holdings hadn’t grown all that much in three years, but you’ve already

was left

stopping Gina

as she strode down stairs toward them. With her devilish figure, fair skin, and ravishing beauty, she was a rare marvel of a

see me?” she said as she walked up to Frank. “Now, say what you want

faded as he looked at his wife. “Tell

had each other’s backs and were sweet on each other. Frank in turn swore

the office, leading to their marriage cooling off. Even so, Frank felt

question and slid a debit card toward Frank. “I understand that you have your grievance, Frank, and I’ve done you wrong in this

“Even now, you’re still convinced money solves

solved, that just means you haven’t thrown enough

Holdings is worth 200 million, and that’s not

her arms and looked pointedly around them. “You’ve gotten too comfortable for too long, Frank—you’re shallow and content with pocket change, which is why this manor will be where

am shallow, but who is

it you, or perhaps it’s Sean