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.

me to buy you drinks next time for taking such good

winking flirtatiously

she urgently needed another sugar daddy,

his breath, though his expression remained

the rest to Mr.

“Okay.”

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

“Did you really save Frank? Please tell me the truth and

“Huh?”

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

you again? I even heard that he’s the reason your grandfather killed himself because he attacked your

Chaz to change the subject. “I really