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 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

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, “We will go with you. I heard bought a BMW? We have yet to get a ride…” Zeb

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

and Jean were both scorning Zeb for

235 22 “Alright!” Zeb certainly would 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

get you three a room, Winter. There’s nothing

difficult to get a cab at this

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

she could say yes, a Maybach came bounding down the road and screeched

astounded that a luxury car of

“What are y’all

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

mind, Frank would never hurt her–just

turned to Jean. “Come on. Let’s go 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

Maybach ever since Frank showed up, promptly 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 exclaimed excitedly and

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