The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

A Rolls-Royce stopped beside Frank just as he stepped outside the Turnbulls’ villa.

Vicky alighted, asking, “Where are you staying, Mr. Lawrence? May I offer you a ride?” Frank thought about it and sighed. “I was just planning to stay at a hotel.” He did not own any house in Riverton, and he could not return to Lane Manor after his divorce with Helen.

“Oh…” Vicky did a double take but did not press the issue. “Then you’re in luck —we have over fifty hotels in Riverton. Allow me to arrange for a suite, so I can deliver you the wonderroot when it arrives.” Frank thought about it and nodded. “Sure.” He got into the backseat with Vicky while Yara drove, though she stopped at the gates.

“What’s wrong?” Vicky asked.

“There’s a car stopped ahead, and I don’t know what for,” Yara complained.

Frank peered out of the car window and noticed a man weaning a suit standing by the security booth.

“Please inform Mr. Turnbull of my arrival. Tell him that it’s Sean Wesley—my family owns a major business in Riverton.” With those words, he whipped out a stack of hundred dollar bills and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard promptly nodded gratefully. “Yes, please wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Turnbull right away.” Frank narrowed his eyes when he heard Sean’s name and studied the man just as Yara said, “It seems he’s here to see Mr. Turnbull.” “Ignore them,” Vicky said flatly.

Outside, Sean was soon back in his car—the security guard allowed him to drive inside, as Walter clearly gave his permission.

There was a pretty face riding shotgun in his car—it was Helen.

“Don’t worry,” Sean assured her confidently. “I heard that Walter Turnbull’s daughter is bedridden, and I brought along a 100 year-old panacea cap for her.

so divine, he’ll definitely help you secure that development project at the west side of the city.” Helen breathed a sigh of

for this, Mr. Wesley.” She had been depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and was naturally surprised that Sean was willing

a panacea cap along, so she could present it as her gift—he was

Sean said smugly. “We’re friends, aren’t we? We have each other’s backs.” Helen was tearing up from emotion—Sean was certainly proving himself to be a real friend with all his prowess, especially with the way he always came to her aid whenever she

contrast, her ex-husband certainly dulled in comparison. Perhaps letting her mother force Frank to divorce her

inside the villa, though Helen

the man sitting at the backseat looked

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

that car

powerful. What would your

and did not

was just a slight resemblance… – Meanwhile, Yara drove straight toward Verdant Hotel, which was

over 2,000 square meters, and two

led him to the front desk, booking the

days.” Vicky waved him off nonchalantly. “No worries, Mr. Lawrence. It’s exclusively for friends, and you can drop by whenever you like even if you find other places to stay. The hotel can cater to your needs as well—food, entertainment, even sports.” Frank nodded. He could see that he could have anything he wanted here the instant he stepped

she handed him the room card along with

applicable to all Turnbull businesses. You can make any purchases you desire with

it’s for important associates of my family.” “You

never gave him a thing in their three-year

a day since he met Vicky, but she had already given him a

consider you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a friend in turn.” Her eyes narrowed as she smiled, and