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.

next time for taking such good care of

Cindy said, winking flirtatiously

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

his breath, though

Cindy. Let’s leave the rest

“Okay.”

and sat beside Helen, forcing his most understanding smile. “It hurts to hear about your grandfather’s passing, Helen, but he’s gone. There

looked up lazily and asked almost unintelligibly, “Did you really save Frank? Please tell

“Huh?”

out of the blue, but

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

Chaz to change the subject. “I really don’t know who to trust