The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 12

Sean was immediately annoyed by Vicky’s words. “Come on now, beautiful.

Give me a little credit.” He was the heir to the Wesley family, and she told him that he did not compare to a piece of trash like Frank?

However, Vicky merely snorted in disdain. “Why should I?” Sean pursed his lips, his veins bulging as he clenched his knuckle. “Let me give it to you straight—that brat doesn’t even have a job! Why else would Helen divorce him? What can he offer you?! He’s not even that good looking.” Vicky simply glanced at Frank and shrugged. “Mr. Lawrence only needs time.

He just needs a month, and surpassing your family would not be out of the question.” “Haha! You’re really funny!” Sean laughed.

Starting from nothing and beating his family in a month?! Dream on!

Vicky smiled in return. “I’m not being funny. Why don’t we make a bet? If Mr.

Lawrence surpasses your family in a month, you’ll go down on your knees and apologize.” Sean narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. “What if he doesn’t?” “Then I’ll get down on my knees and apologize,” Vicky replied nonchalantly.

“Deal,” Sean promptly said, as if worried that Vicky would renege.

Frank narrowed his eyes at Vicky just then and turned to head inside the banquet hall.

She was making a mountain out of a molehill, and he was not about to get involved in their squabble.

“Wait, Mr. Lawrence…” Vicky quickly chased after him and caught his arm. “I just put my bet on you. Shouldn’t you fight a little for my sake?” “I’m not interested in your gambit,” Frank replied flatly.

“So you’d rather let me kneel in front of that pig?” Vicky moaned with a wounded look.

To anyone else, they looked like they were flirting.

I talk to you?” Helen

it here.” “In private. Just the two of us.” Frank chuckled coolly. “Forget it. I’d rather not get gossiped about.” With

his utmost to fulfill

Mr. Lawrence isn’t interested in talking to you! Perhaps you should give up and focus on securing that project with the Turnbull family.” Helen gritted her teeth. “You don’t have to worry about that.” Vicky shrugged and flashed a confident smile. “Actually, I’m really worried that you won’t get it and humiliate yourself instead.” With those words, she turned and went after Frank as

despairing inside and clenching her knuckles but unable to

her, let alone explain anything about the woman

about their three years

up to her

woman apologizing on her knees in a month.” Surpassing his family in a month?! How

she had the nagging feeling that something was out

and cool poise was stuck

with such aplomb given this

a bad feeling about this…”

in the first banquet hall

the night, Vicky certainly could

Frank shook his head. “Just do what you have to. Don’t mind me.” He started eating without a care—he had never met the

was when Helen, Gina,

promptly approached them, offering

definitely getting that West City project.” “Yeah, just don’t forget us, alright?” Helen

a full recovery, she sent her

her. And with the halo of saving Ms. Turnbull, who would ever steal

front roll, Helen was left staring at a figure sitting there that

there?! Get out!” It was the main table where the Turnbulls would sit at, and

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