The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Gina absolutely disagreed. “What do you mean by others? Mr. Wesley has helped us so much!” Peter agreed. “From where I’m standing, he would be better as my brother–in– law than Frank.” “Just shut it,” Helen shot him a glare and refused to say anything further.

Frank arrived in an hour, but no one greeted him since he amounted much less than a son–in–law.

Only Helen did, although she too had opinions against him because of what happened before. “Hey.” Frank asked right away,” How’s Gramps?” “It doesn’t look good.” Frank nodded. “I’ll see him.” With that, he walked past the crowd and made a beeline for Henry’s room.

“How are you, Gramps?” he asked when he saw Henry.

The man had been waiting and promptly looked up at Frank’s familiar voice.

his pulse. “Yes, I am.” Henry was in turn calmer when he saw Frank. “My family has wronged you, Frank…” Frank shook his head and assured him,

Frank himself reaching the pinnacle of his

hand with a vice–like grip as he shook his head, pleading, “Please, Frank… It’s our misfortune that we can’t have you stay, but I’m begging you–Helen is too young, and there are things beyond her control. If you really care about me, promise me to help my family if they’re facing trouble.” Even if he had

grow up–Lane Holdings had already reached the extent of their potential. If there was danger, they still had to

were in trouble, I won’t ignore it,” Frank said, unable to

a sheet of paper–a proof of betrothal. Everyone in the family protested, but Henry shut them all down and had Helen marry him while

the Lanes, Frank