The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky shot Gina a glare of disgust. “Shut up. I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” “Urgh…” Gina was promptly cowed by her outburst. “Y–Yes, you’re right, Ms.

Turnbull.” Meanwhile, Trevor and his men surrounded and wiped out Finn’s henchmen with minimum effort, and he was just coming out of the fire escape when he ran into Vicky.

“Oh, you’re here too, Ms. Turnbull?” Trevor exclaimed in surprise, before adding politely, “Actually, Mr. Lawrence didn’t want to involve you with this one.”

“Mr. Zurich, you can dispense with the niceties,” Vicky replied bluntly. “Why wouldn’t I help when Frank is involved?” As she spoke, she slid a peek at the bodyguard standing behind Trevor–being a martial artist herself, she knew a thing or two about identifying martial elites.

Given his bulky frame and withheld presence, it was obvious that he was strong–perhaps even stronger than Cliff.

And a martial elite of such caliber was loyal to Trevor, whereas Trevor was loyal to Frank… Unable to hide her curiosity, Vicky asked, “What’s your connection to Frank, Mr.

a transnational conglomerate, and yet here you are going all out for Frank, who supposedly has nothing to his name. Even a father would not go that far to his son, and from where I’m standing, you didn’t really start partnering with Lane Holdings. because of Helen’s

I’d happily sacrifice myself without blinking.” Vicky was left astounded–she had guessed

One would have to wonder

even in the face of the

turned just then. “I’ll

aware, but there were plenty of others who owed Frank

calmed down just as he arrived at Vicky’s car to

tears in excitement when she

to respect Trevor greatly since they were