The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank took a taxi to Laneville in the evening and was surprised to find Gina waiting for a while at the door.

Seeing him arrive, she promptly strode up to him and warned, “I take it you know what to say and what not to when you see the old man later.” Frank chuckled. “You really should chase me away instead if you’re that worried.” “What?!” Gina glared at him, shocked that he would speak in that tone with her.

Nonetheless, Frank ignored her and strode inside.

After all, he had no reason to play nice with the rest of the Lane family now that he and Helen were divorced!

As soon as he entered, he found Henry standing there with an apron, having cooked up a storm.

“What’s the occasion, sir? That’s a lot of food,” he said.

Henry was smiling when he saw Frank and walked up to grasp his hand. “Oh, you’re here, Frankie—you’ll find out soon enough.” As the pair sat down and made pleasant small talk, Gina stared fixedly at Frank, fearful that he would say what he should not.

Helen arrived soon enough and saw Frank as she had expected.

Henry was the one who arranged her marriage with Frank, so he naturally valued it greatly.

why Helen did not tell him about

important, Grandpa?” Seeing that everyone was there, Henry chuckled heartily. “I just met an old comrade, and he told me that his granddaughter is

no longer family—why should they get him

could die for all

left perplexed. “But Frank’s jobless. He can’t just stick to cooking and doing the laundry for Helen, can he?” “Actually, Grandpa,” Helen said just then, “I can just arrange a job for Frank at the company. You don’t have to worry.” Still, Gina frowned as she pointed out, “Peter doesn’t have a job either. You should worry about him more.” “Hah! I would if he doesn’t goof off every other day.” Henry snorted. “All he does is embarrass me… And where is he now? Why isn’t he back yet?” “Oh, he’ll be here soon,” Gina shrugged noncommittally.

slammed open loudly, and they all saw Peter storming

bellowed, “You bstrd! How dare you show your face here?! I’ll kill you!” Peter picked up a chair,

utterly bewildered—what had

bellowed at Peter as he promptly sprang to his feet, “You

Verdant Hotel, about to check in with some whore. I tried to stop him and he kicked me! My stomach still hurts even now!” “What?!” Everyone was stunned, with Gina promptly leaping up to snap at Frank, “Amazing! And here I thought you had it together,

I saw that myself,” Peter bellowed,

a cool glare at Frank. “Is that true?” Frank simply smiled. “So you’d rather believe him than find out for yourself?” He was certainly disappointed—she could deny his loyalty to her over the

the hotel to

asking you a

“I kicked your brother, and I was with a woman at the time.” Helen inhaled sharply—she never thought that Frank would be with

she did not expect him to get on

had an

“Really? I do?” Frank smiled bitterly. “Then what about you