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

said, winking flirtatiously at

dead, so she urgently needed another sugar daddy, even if

under his breath, though his expression remained

rest to Mr. Graves,” Gina said

“Okay.”

and Cindy left, Chaz ordered 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

and asked almost unintelligibly, “Did you really save

“Huh?”

as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but he was not about to admit

did. Did he lie to you again? I even heard that he’s

“I really don’t know who to