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.

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

and my daughter. You’d never understand her burden when you don’t even

“But I won’t sign this if I don’t see

Bang!

him savagely. “Know your place, Mr. Lawrence!

in laughter before suddenly narrowing his eyes at Gina. “Lane Holdings

was

stopping Gina before she went on another

dressed in a black business suit as she strode down stairs toward them. With

she said as she walked up to Frank. “Now,

as he looked at his wife. “Tell me why you want

aisle three years ago, the Lanes had nothing, but he and Helen had each other’s backs and were sweet on each other. Frank in turn swore he would make her family the greatest dynasty

to their marriage cooling off. Even so, Frank felt

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

now, you’re still convinced money

not solved, that just

is worth 200 million, and that’s not enough

them. “You’ve gotten too comfortable for too long, Frank—you’re shallow and content with

shallow, but who is insightful,

asked, shrugging. “Is it you, or perhaps it’s