The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even as Peter screamed and struggled, the two security guards rolled their eyes. “Lane Holdings? Never heard of this. Now get out of here–we won’t play nice if you keep causing us trouble.” As the security guards took out their batons and pointed threateningly at Peter, he could only huff. “J–Just you wait!” With that, he stormed off even as he wiped the blood off his nose.

Just yesterday, he was imagining himself rising to the pinnacle of his life, marrying rich and getting a serious job, and both went south in under a day.

He certainly could not take this lying down!

Frank returned to Vicky’s office, where she sat behind her desk, rubbing her temples repeatedly.

Seeing that, Frank asked, “You really don’t have to be that upset, do you?” Vicky’s knuckles clenched. “How could I not?! That bastard Greg Marsh played me!” “Then consider it a lesson,” Frank said, consoling her.

Just then, Vicky’s phone rang.

it was Yara, she promptly answered, “How did it go, Yara? Have you received Mr. Longman?” “We have a problem, Ms. Turnbull,” Yara reported urgently. “We ran into hitmen, and Mr. Longman was seriously hurt.” “What?!” Vicky sprang to her feet, her eyes widened. “Where are you? I’ll be right there!” Obadiah Longman was a healer from abroad, and Vicky had spent a fortune hiring him for

that the man would be hurt upon arrival at Riverton, and she certainly valued him since he was

to Frank. “Go help Yara. She’s cornered in Northstream

two of her bodyguards were hiding in

her, Obadiah was barely breathing, while there were

of the bodyguards asked

was nothing

2/2 Just this morning, she did as Vicky had instructed, receiving Obadiah and heading to