The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank took a cab to Turnbull Villa right away, where Vicky and Walter were present, along with a beautiful woman and a burly man who looked like a bodyguard.

Walter was the first to greet Frank. “Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.” “Mr. Turnbull.” Frank nodded.

On the other hand, Vicky stayed seated beside the woman, appearing tame and disciplined.

Just then, the woman asked, “You’re Frank Lawrence?” There was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Frank frowned slightly but replied. “And you are…?” Before Vicky could speak, the woman introduced herself. “Susan Redford. I’m Vicky’s mother.” “So you are Mrs. Turnbull. Pleasure to meet you,” Frank nodded, surprised that Vicky’s mother carried such a presence.

one could tell that she was an heiress herself, though strategic

daughter told me you’re extraordinary in medicine and martial arts?” “My knowledge is superficial. I hardly hold my own,”

don’t you spar with him?” At Susan’s words,

right then. “That’s out of line. Frank saved me–is this how you treat him?” Walter also reasoned, “That’s right. Cliff Dixon is pawnarch–tier. This is basically bullying!” Frank smiled too. “I’m just here to get the wonderroot. I’d rather not fight.” Nonetheless, Susan picked up the velvet box on the table and brandished it at him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence–our word is golden, and you’ll have

shrugged. “You mean I’m not taking it away unless I

“I can fight you with one hand if you’re scared, kid.” 11 Frank simply kept quiet, so Cliff added, “Fine. If you survive three hits from me, it’s your win.” Even so, Vicky kept reasoning, “Mom, Frank and I are just friends.