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!

Peter was suddenly stuttering. “You’re a natural beauty, while hers is attained through technology, I guess” Despite what he said, Vicky’s face was stuck in his mind constantly—her beauty

thought left him fuming, however, as a good-for-nothing like Frank did not deserve the company

clearly satisfied by what

late when Frank returned to Verdant

outside the entrance with a woman wearing a windbreaker leaning against

a closer look, it turned out

toward him. “Mr. Lawrence…” “Hello, Ms. Quill.

Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as she had clearly

was a few inches over five feet, though she still appeared dainty in front of

and she kept fiddling with her thumbs, and she kept her head lowered, stammering for a long

you taught Vicky?” After all, Yara herself had personally experienced the power of Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker. He also treated Vicky, thus proving that there were shortfalls in

she was no prodigy who could learn a new technique with a single

“Oh, that.” Frank smiled.

a debit card. “I

six zeros. It’s all yours.” Frank simply clasped his hands behind his back, remaining calm as he 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 to say no…” Yara hung her head and turned, ready to leave… Suddenly, Frank called out to her, “Hold on. Is it true that your father is Riverton’s governor?” “Yes, he is! Is there something I can help

can teach you the improved Boltsmacker, but you need to find someone

her!” “Her name is Winter Lawrence.” Yara stayed still as

all you

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