The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank tried to comfort Helen, only for Helen to push him away.

“What are you doing here, lowlife?!” Gina snapped at him right then. “My daughter doesn’t want to see you! Get out of here!!!

Frank ignored her and looked at Helen seriously instead. “Don’t worry, Helen.

It’s no big deal–I have something that would remove even the scar.” Helen, however, was covering her ears and shaking her head repeatedly, refusing to listen or see anyone, let alone Frank.

At the same time, Gina continued to snap at Frank, “Get out! My daughter doesn’t need your help!” Peter promptly joined in. “Don’t you understand what others are saying?!” Even the doctor reasoned, “Sir, the patient is feeling agitated. You should go.

This time, Frank said nothing since he knew Helen would refuse to listen.

He quietly left, watching as the ambulance drove off, his fists clenched as his killing intent unfurled.

Trevor stood quietly beside him, clearly feeling the air around him cooling.

Pow!

Crack!

thicker

gulping, Frank said icily, “Get me Finn Chandler. I want him dead.” “Yes, Mr.

were absolute, and that meant Trevor’s job right now was to

those words, Frank quietly

are you going?” “I need to get some rest,” Frank replied without looking

“A–Are you alright?

he replied

no matter how Vicky saw it,

Ms. Turnbull,” Trevor said just then. “Mr. Lawrence is

to go now–we need to catch Finn before he leaves town.” After all,