The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

With Trevor’s case being a precedent and what Vicky told Helen before they came inside the banquet hall, Helen was convinced that she had no chance of getting the West City project.

That was when Sean said with a scowl, “Don’t worry. That good–for–nothing is just Vicky’s gigolo, but my father actually is her grandfather’s associate. I’m sure the man would understand with just a phone call.” Gina finally remembered that he was there too. “Oh, Mr. Wesley! You really come through for us when it matters!” Helen leveled a miserable look at Frank in turn. “Sorry, but we really have to trouble you this time.” She certainly did not dare pin her hopes of Frank–the West City project was the key to Lane Holdings ‘ future!

Sean whipped out his phone, and went to a quiet corner to call his father, James Wesley, who was the head of his household.

“What is it? Why are you calling this late?” James growled.

could you ask George Turnbull to give my friend a project?” “What?!” James promptly snapped. “Have you lost your mind?! What even gave you the idea that I can speak up in that man’s presence?! Even if I was allowed an audience, do you think I’m even capable of changing his mind?! Just suck up to Ms. Turnbull already. Everything else is pointless!” And with that, he hung up, leaving Sean scratching

to head back, wondering how he would explain this to

but had yet to sleep with her–there

braced herself as he said, “Don’t worry. My father has already agreed

that.” Meanwhile, Vicky and Frank had headed upstairs to a private room, where she poured him

mind me acting on my own volition, do