The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 6

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 relief, overwhelmed with gratitude toward

She had been depressed after Trevor called off their partnership

she could present it as her gift—he 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 needed

comparison. Perhaps letting her mother force Frank to divorce

not waste time hurrying inside the villa,

take, since the man sitting at the backseat looked so

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

in that car

or powerful. What would your useless ex-husband be doing here?” Helen peered outside the car again,

did not see

slight resemblance… – Meanwhile, Yara drove straight toward

spanning over 2,000 square meters, and

and led him to the front desk, booking the penthouse suite for him for

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

she handed him the room card along with a gold

to all Turnbull businesses. You can make any purchases you desire with this.” “Is that exclusively for friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared

it’s for important associates of my family.” “You really give me too much credit.” Frank chuckled

him a thing in their three-year

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

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

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