The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

8-Frank had no idea that Winter was miserable that Aria stole her beloved.

He merely presumed that his drunken fumble made things awkward between Winter and Aria, and he certainly had no words of comfort for that.

As such, his frustration only grew as he listened to Winter’s sobs.

Beside him, Aria was hovering around him, placing food on his plate while sliding pointed glances at the direction in which Winter left.

She could not help it—Frank was as rich as he was successful, and Winter could not blame anyone that he was taken since she did not seize him.

• Henry Lane’s funeral was held the next day.

Vicky called early in the morning to inform Frank that she was busy and that he should attend as Grande Pharma’s representative.

Frank did not dwell on it and drove Aria to Grande Square to pick out a couple of dresses suitable for the funeral.

Aria was excited through it all and dragged Winter across every specialty store before finally picking a black dress tailored by a famous designer worth over five million.

up,” she told the

miss five million, not to mention that he had

left, they

“So that’s

not flinch, even puffing her ample bosom as she snorted. “Who Frank likes

finger at Aria’s face and leveled a stern look at Frank. “Do you

Aria stepped between them, her expression cool. “What

I mean.” Jean snorted. “We turned a blind eye when you slept around before. Do you really think you can

glowered as Jean

sleeping around? That’s slander!” she

you’re both jealous? You and Winter kept calling me bestie, but you’re both

verbal fencing and simply

your true colors now,” Jean

was left clutching her