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!

I put it…,” 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

fuming, however, as a good-for-nothing like Frank did not deserve the

other hand, Helen was clearly satisfied by

late when

the entrance with a woman wearing a windbreaker

it turned out to be Yara, Vicky’s bestie

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

were a bright blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as

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

her thumbs, and she kept her

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

version as well, but unlike Vicky, she was no

“Oh, that.” Frank smiled.

promptly whipped out a debit card. “I will make it worth your

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

the improved Boltsmacker, but you

and I’ll definitely find her!” “Her name is Winter Lawrence.” Yara stayed still

is that all you have for

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