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!

beauty, while hers is attained through technology, I guess” Despite what he said, Vicky’s face was stuck in his mind constantly—her beauty was far beyond comparison, especially with those

a good-for-nothing like

clearly satisfied

late when Frank

the entrance with

a closer look, it turned out to be Yara,

then, she hurried toward him. “Mr. Lawrence…” “Hello, Ms. Quill. Is something the matter?”

a bright blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as she had clearly been waiting for him for some

few inches over five feet, though she

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

Can you teach me the technique you taught Vicky?” After all, Yara herself had personally experienced

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

“Oh, that.” Frank smiled.

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

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

teach you the improved Boltsmacker, but you need to

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

is that all you have for

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