The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank suddenly swung his hand, and Vera and the goons promptly fled in fear.

Noel sighed and walked up to him. “Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence.” He then gave her a number. “Call me right away if this lot comes to harass you again.” Noel nodded repeatedly and carefully stored his number.

With everything out of the way, Frank bade her goodbye.

Most of the audience had left the concert hall, and the place appeared bleak even though it was so lively just a moment ago.

Winter and the others were by the road, waiting for any cab passing by.

Jean was still staring at the autographed photo from Noel and exclaimed excitedly, “Heavens, Winter… I didn’t know you knew someone so amazing.

Why didn’t you tell us?” Winter scratched her head awkwardly. After all, she did not know Frank before!

Jean kept rambling on. “Oh, you have to bring him along if there’s another concert…” “It’s just an autograph, isn’t it?” Zeb suddenly said, even though he had not done anything.” Anyone with a little influence could’ve gotten it.” Jean clicked her tongue and pursed her lips. “Why didn’t you ask for it, then?” “I–I didn’t think you would want it,” Zeb stammered. “And Winter never told me I’d have asked Helen York otherwise.” Jean rolled his eyes, dead certain that Zeb was just being a sore loser.

“Winter, it’s too late to get a cab. Why don’t we go to a hotel and stay the night?” Winter promptly shook her head. “No.” “It’s going

do to us?” I heard you recently Turning to Zeb with a coquettish gaze, she said, “We will go with you. I heard bought a BMW? We have yet to get a

was fortunate that Zeb was interested–she certainly would like a rich boyfriend herself but did not have

and Jean were both

not say no. “It’s just a BMW–my parents got it for me, and it’s not that expensive anyway.” Jean sneered. “Right? Just a tin can–nothing to brag about.” Zeb shot a

a room, Winter. There’s nothing to worry about, is there?” Winter remained

phone–it certainly was difficult to get

continued to reason. “Come on, Winter.

yes, a Maybach came bounding down the road and screeched to a halt

hell? A Maybach S–class?!” Aria was astounded that a luxury car

the door and alighted. “What

236 Winter was surprised to see Frank, though her grim expression soon turned to a smile. “We wanted to get a cab and return to our dorm, but that’s a little difficult.” Frank realized with a start and

Frank would never hurt her–just like

back to the dorms in Frank’s car.” “Sure,” Jean nodded without hesitation. “Also, isn’t a Maybach way better than a BMW?” Moreover, the man would send them back to the dorms instead

grin. “You can’t leave me now, Winter. Let’s go back together.” Winter turned to look at Frank and see if he approved, and Frank smiled. “A friend of Winter’s

choice