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

do you think they’re going?” Vicky

have to ask?” Frank chuckled despite his frustration and pointed at White Court

as she watched the BMW turn and drive into

his arms before his chest—he had

Dojo, and he

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

both watched

out of the car and into the hotel entrance, her arms restrained by the two bodyguards and looking

the steering wheel, smiling smugly.

still don’t see how this is my business. I told you I’ve burnt all

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,

he was about to move, Vicky’s expression suddenly turned somber and

“What now?”