The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Trevor asked, “Should we call up our brothers, Mr. Lawrence?” Frank frowned, his gaze murderous.

Still, he said, “No, it’s fine. I’ll head to Skymex Club right now–I’m massacring them if they hurt Helen.” And with that, he hung up and strode off, knocking the suite’s huge doors open with a slap of his palm.

A formless spiral was revolving around him, the monumental force within barely restrained!

As Helen alighted at Skymex Club, the goons waiting outside who were told beforehand promptly led her to the office upstairs when they saw her.

She entered to see Leo standing before the glass wall.

With his six–foot frame, rotund stature, and the deep knife scar on his face that ran from his scalp to his lips, his very presence would send chills down anyone’s spine.

was nearby, sitting on a wheelchair and staring

“So, you’re Helen.” Helen promptly bowed her head. “I’m sorry for what

apologize.” “Do you think that would fly?” He

Leo simply slapped everything off her hands and grabbed her by the collar, “My son is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life! Do you think fifty million dollars will cut it?!” Robin yelled shrilly in turn, “I want her to be my little b*tch, Dad! I want her to serve

son?” Leo growled coolly. “You’ll be atoning

Robin’s face contorted into a sickly smile right then. “Hahaha! You’ll wish you were dead, Helen!” Helen scowled at him, but said, “Mr. Grayson, just name your price. You can take everything I have, but I will not serve your son for

want to be my son’s b*tch, I’ll dump you at the club right now and let