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.

for Lane Holdings to

Meanwhile, at the penthouse suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had

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

a banquet here tonight. I’ll get you a tux—I mean, you’re not attending it in your tracksuit, are you?” “I’ll pass.” Frank was about to

Even if he was reluctant to attend a pointless social event, he

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

got in, however, he stopped as he noticed a trio of men hurrying toward

in curiosity, noticing his

the trio

thought it was a rival of her family, the burly bald man at the center strode up while glaring at Frank furiously. “Are you Frank

people? Do you know where you are?” The bald man did

with women! Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough. You should come hang with me instead—Barney Streisand will make it worth your while.” Vicky laughed despite herself, turning to glance at Frank for a moment and then at the trio. “Wait, is this everyone you brought? You really think you stand a chance against Frank?” One of Barney’s thugs snorted. “Hey, the chick’s mocking us, Barney.” Barney narrowed his

hold back.” “Pfft. Keep talking—beat him up already, boys!” Barney barked, perfectly confident

a step back and felt a

had charged forward at

Thud!

Thud!

both lackeys

steps forward with his baseball club

the hell was

not even see Frank move—the man just suddenly turned into a blur,

then, and he cursed his