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.

a wheelchair and staring at her

“So, you’re Helen.” Helen promptly bowed her head.

think that would fly?”

her pouch with trembling fingers, taking out a stack of documents and several debit cards. “I understand we’re at fault–here’s fifty million dollars. Please just spare Frank’s life.” Leo simply slapped everything off her hands and grabbed her by the collar, “My son is confined to a wheelchair for the rest of

“Didn’t you hear my son?” Leo growled coolly. “You’ll be atoning

dead, Helen!” Helen scowled at him, but said, “Mr. Grayson,

right now and let every man have their way with you! All of Riverton would watch you slut yourself!” There was blood on Helen’s lips, but she stubbornly shook her head, still intent on