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.

then. “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

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 was a famous rich kid in

was interested–she certainly would like a rich boyfriend

Winter and Jean were both scorning Zeb

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 look at Jean for her infuriating meddling but turned back

a room, Winter. There’s nothing to worry

was difficult to

on, Winter. Mr. Larkin is

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

was astounded that a luxury car of such class would

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

to get a cab and return to our dorm, but that’s a little difficult.” Frank realized with a start and

mind, Frank would never

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

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

rolled her eyes but had no choice but to take the