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.

glass and flashed an affable smile. “You’ve kept me waiting, Ms. Turnbull.” Vicky sat down opposite him and

no issue I’ve just arrived myself.” Having no intention to run in circles, Vicky asked bluntly right then, “Mr. Salazar, have you come to demand an apology?” “Are you talking

that case. What business, if I may ask?” Donald glanced

frowned, but she had no reason to be wary

me outside.” Frank and Yara exchanged looks but quietly left and

quietly outside with

sure you’re students or heirs of famous clans yourself… May I have the honor of your names?” Yara nodded in turn. “Yara Quill of Riverton.” “Frank