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.

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

back, wondering how he would explain this to

been playing the long game but had yet to sleep

herself as he said, “Don’t worry. My father has already agreed to it–he’s probably calling Mr. Turnbull as we speak.” Gina breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Phew… That’s great!” Helen was relieved too and told Sean solemnly, “Thank you so

“Come on, don’t say that.” Meanwhile, Vicky and Frank had headed upstairs to a private room, where she poured

don’t mind me acting on my own volition, do