The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Jade urged in response, “What are you waiting for, Helen? Get going already—or do you think you can take responsibility if anything happens to my daughter?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Gina replied and quickly told Helen, “Go on—head over to Frank Lawrence’s house and tell him to hand over the drakeroot.”

Helen shrugged exasperatedly. “Mom, why would he ever give us the drakeroot for nothing?”

Gina could not care less. “Oh, he used to listen to everything you say, didn’t he? Just be nice to him, and he’d be wagging his tail as he gives it to you without hesitation.”

Seeing that Helen was still reluctant, she added, “Look, this is a matter of life and death—you have to do your best here!”

“Fine.” Helen sighed exasperatedly at her mother’s stubbornness and hailed a cab alone to go to Frank.

At Skywater Bay, Frank had refined the drakeroot and other ingredients into a pill.

Frida, he taught her a cultivation technique to help stabilize her

would it take for her to return to

calmly. “Her meridians are mostly fine now, and she

Vicky sighed in

repay you enough, but you just

it’s not just me. Ms. Turnbull was the one who obtained the drakeroot for you. Without it, even my medicinal skills would only

certainly went without saying. At the same time, she vowed to herself that she now owed her allegiance to

“You can stay here in Frank’s house to rest. You can report to me when

Turnbull,” Frida nodded, utterly

and Frank