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.

for a divorce but

snorted. “So you’re still in denial about the gap between you and my daughter. You’d never understand her burden when you don’t even have a

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

Bang!

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

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

Gina was

a voice spoke from upstairs, stopping Gina before

turned to find Helen dressed in a black business suit as she strode down stairs toward them. With her devilish figure, fair skin, and ravishing beauty, she was a rare

she walked up to

Frank’s eyes faded as he looked at his wife. “Tell me why you want

backs and were sweet on each other. Frank in turn swore he would make her family the

their business with each passing day, Helen spent more time at the office, leading to their marriage cooling off. Even so, Frank felt both pleased and sympathetic that the young, naive maiden grew

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

“Even now, you’re

Helen nodded. “If it’s not solved, that just means you haven’t

disappointment. “Lane Holdings is worth 200 million, and that’s not enough for

and content with pocket change,

but who is insightful,

it you, or perhaps it’s Sean