The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Once in the washroom, Sean made a phone call. He must chase Frank away or he would not be getting Helen tonight!

“Hello? Who’s this?” “Zuco, it’s me, Sean.” The man’s tone became friendly immediately, “Oh, Mr. Wesley! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sean promptly gave him the details, and Zuco was soon patting his chest and assuring him, “Don’t worry, brother. You just leave this to me.” “Yeah. That’s a hundred grand in your account later.” Sean smiled. “Don’t make me come all this way for nothing.” With that, he hung up and cheerfully returned to his seat.

Gina asked eagerly, “Where have you been, Mr. Wesley?” off.

“Nowhere. Just went for a bathroom break,” Sean said, happily studying Frank for a moment before turning back to Helen, ignoring him. “Helen, I think that bastard is obviously here to piss you Let’s not lose to them now–let’s enjoy ourselves and ignore them.” Gina nodded repeatedly in agreement. “Mr. Wesley’s right. Don’t get petty with them.” Helen agreed too–there was no reason for her to quarrel with Frank.

whiskey bottle. “Here. Let’s get you a refill.” Gina chimed in, “Me too, Mr. Wesley.” Sean frowned. “You shouldn’t drink something this strong, ma’am. You’re not that young” Gina waved him off and snatched the bottle. “It’s fine. We’re all here to celebrate.” Sean

“That’s enough. We should go.” Vicky shook her head, her eyes leveled sharply at the opposite seat. “I haven’t gone should drink too.” all out yet–you Frank followed her gaze to find

given that Vicky was not

man with a cigar arrived with