The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Zeb chuckled. “That’s only natural. If anything, the surprise is how thoroughly the Turnbulls* Rejuvenation Pill outsold the Salazars’ Beauty Pill. We’re definitely getting those distributor rights.” Naturally, it would be even better if they could get the recipe.

Cindy nodded repeatedly in agreement. “Yes. Though you shouldn’t forget my cut when you win, Mr. Larkin.”

In reality, they had just met and hooked up over the last two days, with Zeb beguiling Cindy with his charm and wit easily.

She even took a ten million dollar loan for him thanks to that!

Putting his arm around Cindy’s waist, Zeb grinned. “That’s for sure. You’re a much better businesswoman than your cousin.”

Cindy was certainly over the moon from his flattery. “Hmph. Helen would never measure up to me if my family had an actual business.”

Zeb smiled—she really considered herself a big shot now…

he said, “Alright, let’s go

hall and saw bigwigs dressed in dapper suits everywhere,

deserved as a strong, independent woman, her place was right here among these

a figure that left her disgust flaring. “Frank Lawrence! What are you doing here?!” she snapped, not expecting to see him on

He had no right!

the familiar voice and turned to see Cindy

Frank snorted in annoyance. “Can’t you see that

in disdain. “Why don’t you

distributors. Some gigolo like you can’t even hope to make a bid.” Frank glanced at both of them in turn and sneered. “Oh, but you’re wrong about that. I’m not here to make a bid, but neither of you would ever be an appointed

up-stop trying to jinx us,