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.

to you?” Helen

two of us.” Frank chuckled coolly. “Forget it. I’d rather not get gossiped about.” With that, he turned

was actually surprised that he was so cold—he would do his utmost to fulfill any request before no matter how small

you should give up and focus on securing that project with the Turnbull family.” Helen gritted her teeth. “You don’t have to

despairing inside and clenching her knuckles but unable to vent her

never even looked at her, let alone explain

about their three years worth

walked up to her confidently just

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

however, as she had the nagging

and cool poise was stuck

was unable to carry herself with such aplomb given this occasion—was she really just some

feeling about this…”

already gathered in the first banquet

of the night, Vicky

shook his head. “Just do what you have to. Don’t mind me.” He started eating without a care—he had never met the other business elites, so he had no reason to talk

Helen,

elites promptly approached them,

peak now that Ms. Turnbull has made a full recovery.” “You’re definitely getting that West City project.” “Yeah, just don’t forget us, alright?” Helen held a hand over her lips, hiding the grin beneath. “Oh, you’re

sent her

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

was left staring at a figure sitting there that stood out like a

main

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