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,

do you think they’re going?” Vicky

despite his frustration and pointed at White

snorted in surprise as she watched the BMW turn and drive into the hotel parking

chest—he had long since figured out

at Riverplex Dojo, and he was not about to

we doing here?” Frank snorted, though he

him, and they both

of the car and into the hotel entrance, her

smiling

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

him right then and grinned instead. “Sure, you did. But you’re not just going to watch your ex-wife being defiled by that bastard, are you? Can your

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

“What now?”