The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank asked, “Did they come for revenge?” “I’m not sure. But we’ll know once we meet them,” Vicky replied, shaking her head.

Even if they did not know what the other side was planning, Vicky was not about to be cowed.

She strode forward toward the appointed meeting place, with Frank and Yara quietly following her.

They soon arrived at the edge of a hallway and entered the glamorous private room to see a middle–aged man dressed in a suit sitting in the middle and twirling with a wine glass leisurely. His name was Donald Salazar, and he was the second heir of the Salazars who was in charge of all family affairs.

All three men had sharp gazes and their very presence was menacing, making it obvious that they were the middle–aged man’s bodyguards. And of the three, one was an elderly white–haired man dressed in traditional robes, while the other two were young and robust.

Vicky had arrived, the middle–aged man put down his glass and flashed an affable smile. “You’ve kept me waiting, Ms. Turnbull.” Vicky sat down

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interest in avenging them–I’ve only come to discuss business with you, Ms. Turnbull.” Vicky nodded thoughtfully, “I welcome you with open arms in that case. What business, if I may ask?” Donald

to be wary If Donald sent

toward Frank and Yard, she said, “Wait for me outside.” Frank and Yara exchanged looks but quietly left and closed the

outside with Donald’s

at your service. That said, I’m surprised Ms. Turnbull’s bodyguards are so young, but I’m sure you’re students or heirs of famous clans yourself… May I have the honor of your names?” Yara nodded in