The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Janet was speechless and turned to check the time. “Well, since you’re here, Mr. Lawrence, I think it’s alright for me to leave. I still have something to attend to.” Frank nodded but soon stopped her as he remembered something else. “Hold on, Ms. Zimmer.‘ “Yes?” Frank took out the box of ointment. “If you can make time, I’d like you to deliver this.”

“Deliver? Where to?” Janet asked as she took the box. “I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.” “Lane Manor,” Frank replied. “It’s an ointment to remove scars–it’s for Helen’s face.” “Why won’t you deliver it yourself?” Janet asked, looking at him hesitantly.

Helen was his ex–wife, so would it not be more appropriate if he did it?

Frank scratched his head. “Things are hostile between me and the Lanes, and Helen’s mother thinks that I’m incompetent. But I was thinking they would believe you if you were the one who brought it to her.” “I see,” Janet said in realization. “So I don’t have to tell them that it’s yours?” Frank nodded. “Just tell them it’s made in Flora Hall.” “Alright,” Janet nodded, thinking to herself right then that the Lanes were so blind they could not even see how amazing Frank was.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence. I’ll deliver it tomorrow morning,” she assured Frank.

“Thank you,” Frank told her.

urgent at home,” Yara quickly said. “Would you mind staying with Ms. Turnbull for the

was

down as time passed,

expected, shrugging off her blanket and scratching her

sleep, and she headed straight to the washroom before

she closed the door, leaving Frank feeling awkward

“Yara, bring me some toilet paper…” Silence was her answer, and after a while, Vicky called out again, impatient this time, “Yara? Where are you?” Frank