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.

help you secure that development project at the west side of the city.” Helen breathed a sigh of relief,

depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and was naturally surprised that

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

each other’s backs.” Helen was tearing up from emotion—Sean was certainly proving himself to

in comparison. Perhaps letting her mother force Frank to divorce her

Sean did not waste time hurrying inside the villa, though Helen

the man sitting at the backseat looked so

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

that was Frank in that

mansion zone, and everyone living here is either rich or powerful. What would your useless ex-husband be doing here?” Helen peered

and did not see

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

eighteen floors spanning over 2,000 square meters, and two

Frank and led him to the front desk,

just be staying a few 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 inside, what with the spacious lobby decorated

room, she handed him the room card along with a

You can make any purchases you desire with this.” “Is that exclusively for

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

Helen never gave him

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

really. I simply consider you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a friend in