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.

the night?” Winter promptly shook her head. “No.” “It’s going to be midnight soon,” Zeb said, glancing at his watch. “The dorms would be closed by the time you arrive.” “We will probably make it…” Winter was

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, “We will go with you. I heard bought a BMW? We

was interested–she certainly would like a rich boyfriend herself but did not have such

and Jean were both scorning Zeb

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 look at Jean for her infuriating meddling but turned back

three a room, Winter. There’s nothing to

certainly was difficult

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

are you still worried?” Winter thought about it, but before she could say yes, a Maybach came bounding

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

alighted. “What are y’all doing

wanted to get a cab and return to our dorm, but that’s a little difficult.” Frank realized with a start and nodded. “Then can I offer you a ride?” “Sure!”

never

on. Let’s go back to the dorms in Frank’s car.” “Sure,” Jean nodded without hesitation. “Also, isn’t a Maybach way better

Let’s go back together.” Winter turned to look at Frank and see if he approved, and Frank smiled. “A friend of

no choice but