The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Helen whipped out a stack of neatly arranged papers and slammed them on the table, stammering, “G- Go on, take it—that’s grandfather’s will, and you can have your wish to return to the Southstream Lanes.”

Cindy promptly snatched the papers, though she kept smiling. “What are you saying, Helen? This isn’t important—we’re all worried about you!”

“Yeah.” Gina frowned. “If you stayed like this, Lane Holdings would—”

“Mrs. Lane, Cindy.”

Gina turned, feeling saved when she saw the tall man dressed sharply in a suit who had just entered the bar. “Oh, Mr. Graves! You have to talk to Helen—we’re just not getting through with her.”

“Alright. You should go home—just leave her to me,” Chaz Graves replied, frowning in a rare expression of disgust when he saw what a mess Helen was.

Still, he quickly hid it with a smile.

“Wonderful! You really come through for us when it matters, Mr. Graves!” Gina exclaimed in delight.

to buy you drinks next time for taking such good care of

said, winking

dead, so she urgently needed another sugar daddy, even

under his breath, though his expression

Cindy. Let’s leave the rest to Mr. Graves,”

“Okay.”

a drink and sat beside Helen, forcing his most understanding smile. “It hurts to hear about your grandfather’s passing, Helen, but he’s gone. There are still all the people in Lane Holdings counting on you, and I’m sure your grandfather wouldn’t want you to stay

almost unintelligibly, “Did you really save Frank? Please tell me

“Huh?”

as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but he was

he lie to you again? I even

chuckled but did not allow Chaz to change the subject. “I really don’t know who to trust