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.

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

you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.” She had been depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and

she could present it as her gift—he was certainly a

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

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

villa, though Helen glanced outside just as their car

man sitting at

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

think that was Frank in that car just now,” Helen

Sean guffawed. “This is Balmung Hill’s mansion zone, and everyone living here is either rich or powerful. What would your useless ex-husband be doing here?” Helen peered

only looked outside and did not see

was just a slight resemblance… – Meanwhile, Yara drove straight

over 2,000 square meters, and two lion statues

personally opened the door for Frank and led him to the front desk, booking the penthouse suite for

exclaimed in surprise. “I’ll 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

she handed him

make any purchases you desire with this.” “Is that exclusively for friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared at

“No, it’s for important associates of my family.” “You really give me

the irony… Helen never gave him a thing

the other hand, it had barely been a day since he met Vicky, but

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