The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 9

Henry’s miserable reaction was not lost on Frank.

However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not.

It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them!

“No, Gramps. I think this is it,” he said, and left without looking back.

Henry wobbled and almost fell.

Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, “It’s over… It’s all over… It’s the end for my family…” Helen was left miffed by his words. “What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.” “Hah!” Henry scoffed coldly. “That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?” “Exactly,” Helen replied.

“He’s not even worth a fart compared to Frank,” Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore.

Helen sighed as she looked on. “What delusions did Frank feed him, honestly?” “Who cares?” Peter chuckled. “This suits us just fine—we don’t have to hide your divorce from him now.” He was certainly feeling gleeful—without the old man’s protection, there was nothing stopping him from getting back at Frank!

Helen shot him a look, and asked, “Who’s that woman with Frank? The one you mentioned.” “I don’t know,” Peter replied, scratching his head. “But she’s seriously beautiful, like one in a billion…” Helen frowned. “More beautiful than me?” Peter’s words left her insecurity gnawing.

She definitely did not hope for Frank to have another woman at his side, especially one who was more beautiful than she was!

through technology, I guess” Despite what he said, Vicky’s face was stuck in his mind constantly—her

fuming, however, as a good-for-nothing like Frank

Helen was clearly satisfied by what Peter told

was very late when Frank

outside the entrance with a woman wearing a

turned out to

“Hello, Ms. Quill. Is something

blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as she had clearly been waiting

five feet, though she still appeared dainty in

kept her head lowered, stammering for

you teach me the technique you taught Vicky?” After all, Yara herself had personally experienced the power of Frank’s improved version

learn the improved version as well, but unlike Vicky, she was no prodigy who could

“Oh, that.” Frank smiled.

a debit card. “I will make it worth your while,

replied, “Money’s nothing to me.” Yara was left a little flustered. “Then… What do you want?” “Do you have natural relics or other precious herbs?” Yara shook her head. “No.” “Enchanted weapons?” Yara was left further dejected. “No.” “Well, I’ll have

you need to find someone for me,”

excitedly. “That’s easy. Just tell me who it is, and I’ll definitely find her!” “Her name is Winter Lawrence.”

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