The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Cliff asked, “Should I call in more people from the capital?” Vicky thought about it. “Nope. The Salazars are nothing as long as we have Frank around.” Most importantly, she did not want to ask her uncle’s side of the family to send their people. It was a sign of weakness, and she would end up being passive when she returned to the capital.

“Very well.” Cliff nodded and turned silent.

They headed to the hospital and got Cliff the best doctor to mend his bones, while Frank got a deposit of two million dollars.

After they left, Vicky asked, “Are you busy at the moment, Mr. Lawrence?” Frank shook his head. “Not particularly.” “Why don’t we have a drink tonight with the money we collected?” Vicky smiled.

“There’s a new joint called The Dynasty that just opened in West City. I have a good feeling about the place.” Beside them, Yara scratched her head. “My dad’s asking me to go home tonight, so I won’t be joining.

She could tell Vicky only wanted Frank around, so she should not be third– wheeling.

“Tonight… I…” Frank murmured.

refuse. Come on, Mr. Lawrence–don’t be such a killjoy, especially with a beauty like myself inviting you.” Frank nodded, seeing that

and venting their pent–up vigor. It just so happened that Helen and Lane Holdings‘ young executives were having fun at the booth

Lane! Lane Holdings is going to make it big now that we’ve secured the West City project!” “For sure. That’s all because Ms. Lane is

a toast.” Helen was repulsed by her mother’s constant groveling, but she smiled and raised her glass nonetheless. “Thank you, Mr. Wesley.” “It’s nothing, Helen.” Sean smiled and chugged his drink. “What’s mine is yours now. Just tell

Helen?” Sean asked in

just then, “Oh, Mr. Wesley. I still have to thank you for saving Helen before. Honestly, Rocco McCoy was so rude!