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.

head. “No.” “It’s going

Jean chuckled coolly. “We’re all ladies here except you–it’s inappropriate.” Aria snorted. “You’re being narrow–minded, Jean. There’s three of us here— what can he do to us?” I heard you recently Turning to Zeb with a coquettish gaze, she said,

that Zeb was interested–she certainly would like a rich boyfriend herself but did

Jean were both scorning Zeb

for me, and it’s not that expensive anyway.” Jean sneered. “Right? Just

nothing to

was difficult to

reason. “Come on, Winter. Mr. Larkin is serious about

you still worried?” Winter thought about it, but before she could say yes, a Maybach came bounding down the road and screeched to a halt beside

was astounded that a luxury car of such class would show up there in the middle of

the door and alighted. “What are y’all doing here?” “Frank?” Winter

surprised to see Frank, though her grim expression soon turned to a smile. “We wanted to get a cab and return to

would never hurt her–just like her

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 of

clinging to Winter’s arm with a broad 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 is no issue.” “Thank you, Mr. Lawrence!” Aria

no choice but to take the