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 Chaz’s BMW by the junction, waiting for the

you think they’re going?” Vicky

frustration and pointed at White Court Hotel just down the

as she watched the BMW turn and drive

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

way with Helen at Riverplex Dojo, and

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

both watched

hotel entrance, her arms restrained by the

her fingers on the steering wheel, smiling

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

expose 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 conscience really

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

“What now?”