The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sean was astonished.

Gulping, he promptly greeted Finn, “Mr. Chandler, Apologies for my rudeness.” “I’ve had you brought here because I have some simple questions,” Finn said, fiddling with the butterfly knife he was holding.

“You need just ask,” Sean promptly replied. “I will give you everything I know.” “Frank Lawrence killed my boy Leo, so I’m here for revenge,” Finn said evenly.

“Tell me everything you know about him–who he is, where he stays. Everything.

But if I find out that you lied…” Finn suddenly slammed his palm on the table, breaking it in half with a loud bang!

Sean flinched in shock, but he was already celebrating inside since he had been troubled on how he was going to kill Frank.

Truly, there would always be someone out there with the same plan in mind!

tell you everything you know. Frank Lawrence was Helen Lane’s ex–husband, and he knows nothing aside from some paltry martial arts. Still, he managed to hook up with Vicky Turnbull after the divorce… That said, I don’t know where he lives but I get the feeling that he has been staying at a hotel ever since.” Sean went on to elaborate

still fiddling with his butterfly knife when he narrowed his eyes, catching the most important part of the lengthy expository. “So, Helen Lane is the key to all this?” Sean hesitated for a moment. “Well, not exactly…” Finn snorted, flexing his wrist. “Well, I’m curious as to what she looks like, and if she’s worth

drawn the short straw here but was also quietly rejoicing that his proposal to her

not going to tell Finn about his connection with Helen, or

turned towards his men and barked, “Go. Bring Helen Lane to me–she’ll know where Frank Lawrence is.” It was evening, and Helen was just

her car and had just put on a seatbelt

hard as she could but

herself lying in an elaborately decorated office, with her hands and feet