The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Zeb, Gina, Cindy, and Peter all laughed at Randall’s words.

Helen just happened to be done greeting guests when she came and heard them laughing.” What’s going on? Why’s everyone laughing?” Peter quickly told her, “Frank brought a present, saying it’s Alfie Bronx’s work… but Mr. Young called it a fake without even needing a look!” Helen frowned. “Why?” “Because the only real privately owned Bronx piece is hanging in Gerald Simmons‘ office!” Cindy laughed, clutching her stomach and almost falling over.



Helen glanced at Frank and sighed.

She could understand him well enough to tell that he just wanted to show off in front of her grandfather and did not expect to be exposed.

“That’s enough. It’s just a painting–Frank was probably tricked too, right Frank?” she asked, trying to bail Frank out from the awkwardness.

Frank did not play along, however. “Randall Young never even looked at it. How would he know if it’s a fake? Also, I got it from Gerald Simmons‘ office.” “Haha! You really can talk!” Zeb shook his head. “I’ve met thick–skinned people, but you’re something else!” Gina snorted in disdain. “You’ve probably never even met Gerald Simmons, and you’re saying you got it from his office?!” Helen glared at Frank right then. “That’s enough. Just cut it out already.” She did his best to protect him, but he was going too far!

That was when a servant came in and whispered, “Ms. Lane, Mr. Lynch has just arrived.” “What?” Helen exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Aron to come as well.

She was ready to go over to see Aron when he arrived, and she exclaimed in surprise, “When did you arrive, Mr. Lynch? You could have told me I’d be on hand to receive you!” – “It’s alright, Ms. Lane.” Aron smiled, holding up a hand. “I’m here mainly to send Mr. Simmons‘ best wishes.” “Oh…” Helen gulped, hardly able to believe her ears.

The Lanes were left trading glances, while even Zeb was perplexed.