The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“Well, there’s nothing to worry about since you’ve said that. Anyway, you two are coming with me back to the office–I’d at least have protection.” It seemed that they should stay safe for the time being.

Frank did not argue, since he had nothing to do at the hotel anyway, They headed to Grande Corpe’s offices, where Yara followed Vicky to her office.

Not only was she Vicky’s bodyguard, but she was also Vicky’s personal assistant who could assist with office tasks.

On the other hand, Frank knew nothing about that, so he went to the VIP lounge alone since it would be pointless going to Vicky’s office with them.

It was a quiet place, and Frank found a comfortable spot to close his eyes and rest, focusing his internal energies… After a while, the door opened.

Frank opened his eyes to find that it was Greg Marsh, though he was alone this time.

contempt. “You’re here to see Vicky Turnbull too? I’m surprised they’d let a manwhore like you into their VIP lounge.” Frank shot him a look and asked in curiosity, “What are you doing here?” Greg snorted. “It’s none of your business.” “Indeed, so stay away from me.” “Holy crap, do you really think yourself that important?” Greg chuckled scornfully, though he was also jealous he could not

little old, but he was still fine–did the ladies not

air around him turning cold right

as he Hreatened Frank, “I’m here to talk business with Vicky Turnbull, kid. She won’t you if you lay

being an eyesor “Y–You won’t get to strut in just a couple days! Just you

secretary arrived just then. “Mr. Marsh? What

Just came out for a breather,” Greg