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

suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when someone knocked

it to find that it was Vicky, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of

“You’re quite 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 pass.” Frank was about to close the door when Vicky caught it, “Please, Mr.

Even if he was reluctant to attend a pointless social event, he could not say no since it was Mr.

go.” They headed down to the parking lot, and Vicky opened the car door for

he noticed a trio

Vicky asked in curiosity,

the trio

her family, the burly bald man at the center strode up while glaring at Frank furiously. “Are you Frank Lawrence?” “Yes.” Frank replied

Do you know where you are?” The bald

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 eyes in turn. “Don’t hurt her now. We’ll show her how good we are later.” “Haha!” The two thugs guffawed—they were certainly in luck! They would get

“Who sent you? Tell me right now and I’ll hold back.” “Pfft. Keep talking—beat

step

had charged forward at the speed of

Thud!

Thud!

two dull thuds, both lackeys were

walked two steps forward with his baseball club and

hell

just suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney’s lackeys

only thought Barney had just then, and he cursed his rotten