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.

drove and soon caught up to

think they’re going?” Vicky

and pointed at White Court Hotel just down the road.

watched the BMW turn

his arms before his chest—he had long since figured out how Chaz’s thought process

had his way with Helen at Riverplex Dojo, and he was not about to let another chance

consensual. So what are we doing here?” Frank

silenced him, and they both watched

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

smiling smugly. “I

this is my business. I told

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

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

“What now?”