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

winking flirtatiously

needed another sugar daddy, even if it

Chaz chuckled under his

Let’s leave the rest to Mr.

“Okay.”

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

Chaz’s quiet comforting, Helen looked up lazily and asked almost unintelligibly, “Did you really save Frank? Please tell me the truth and

“Huh?”

like he had been caught red-handed as Helen mentioned it out of the blue, but he was

he said, “Of course I did. Did he lie to you again? I even heard that he’s the reason your grandfather

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