The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank chuckled. “Why would they be jealous? I’m not a fellow suitor.” “That’s true.” Yara conceded and sighed. “But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won’t get the wrong idea? Moreover, he’s the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances.” Being Vicky’s bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets.

She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed.

That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts.

“Hmph.” Frank snorted with a look of disdain. “I’m fine as long as they don’t provoke me. If they do, they’ll find themselves less lions than lambs.” Yara gulped.

That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.

Either way, she had nothing to add after saying that much.

– Early next morning, Helen had just woken up when she got a call from Sean.

“Good news! Mr. Turnbull’s daughter fully recovered yesterday!” he exclaimed.

“She did?!” Helen was immediately excited.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect the panacea cap to be so effective.” Sean laughed. “You are now the savior of the Turnbulls’ heiress, Helen!” Helen was certainly thrilled—Lane Holdings had nothing to worry about now that the Turnbulls owed them a favor!

Breathing out lengthily to quickly calm herself, she said, “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.” “Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Sean replied with feigned modesty. “It’s what I ought to do—by the way, remember to properly prepare for the banquet tonight at Verdant Hotel, and the project will definitely be yours.” “Yes. I’m counting on you, Mr. Wesley,” Helen said, and hung up.

She could hardly hide her excitement and almost started skipping around on her bed.

time for Lane Holdings to

the penthouse suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up

it to find that it was Vicky, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans, giving her a sharp appearance

the early bird, Mr. Lawrence!” “I could say the same about you. What’s the matter?” “My family is having a banquet here tonight. I’ll get you a tux—I mean, you’re not attending it in your tracksuit, are you?” “I’ll

face since you saved my life!” Frank frowned. Even if he was reluctant to attend a pointless

said, “In that case, let’s go.” They headed down to the parking lot, and Vicky

in, however, he stopped as he noticed a trio of men

asked in curiosity, noticing

Vicky noticed the trio

her family, the burly bald man at the center strode up while

are you people? Do you know where you are?” The

think you stand a

asked quietly, “Who sent you? Tell me right now and I’ll hold back.” “Pfft. Keep talking—beat him up already, boys!”

his lackeys leapt forward, Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt a

at the

Thud!

Thud!

both lackeys

barely walked two steps forward with his baseball club and was already left

hell

suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney’s lackeys were promptly sent

That was the only thought Barney had just then, and he