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.

soon caught up to Chaz’s BMW by the junction, waiting

think they’re going?” Vicky

his frustration and pointed at White Court Hotel just down the road.

watched the BMW turn and drive into

arms before his chest—he had long since figured out

Riverplex Dojo, and he was not

So what are we doing here?” Frank snorted, though he was still unsettled

they both watched the BMW quietly

the car and into the hotel entrance, her arms restrained by the two bodyguards and looking clearly drunk

wheel, smiling smugly. “I knew it. Helen would

how this is my business. I told you I’ve burnt all bridges

you did. But you’re not just going to watch your ex-wife

as he was about to move, Vicky’s expression suddenly turned somber and she pressed a

“What now?”