The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky blinked as she watched Frank drive into the parking lot without a care.

“What, are you really giving up on Helen?”

Frank stayed silent as he stopped the car and alighted, making a beeline for The Dynasty.

Vicky stood in his way right then and smiled. “Still nursing a stubborn streak?

Look—I consider Helen my rival, but winning like this is boring. Get back in the car already. Also, I’m interested in what the Graves family is cooking.”

“Go if you want to.” Frank started to stride past her.

Vicky caught him by the wrist. “Running away solves nothing. Come with me— also, you’re my bodyguard, and you’ll have to explain yourself if I get hurt.”

Her pretty, mischievous smile left Frank nodding in exasperation—he really could not win against her.

time, Vicky drove and soon caught up to Chaz’s

think they’re

you have to ask?” Frank chuckled despite his frustration and pointed at White Court Hotel just down the

as she watched

folding his arms before his chest—he had long since figured out how

with Helen at Riverplex Dojo, and he was not about to

here?” Frank snorted, though

they both watched the BMW quietly

dragged out of the car and into the hotel entrance, her

her fingers on the steering wheel, smiling smugly. “I knew it.

frowned. “I still don’t see how this is my business. I told you I’ve

right then and grinned instead. “Sure, you did. But you’re not just going to watch your ex-wife being

Vicky’s expression suddenly turned somber and she pressed a hand

“What now?”