The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

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.

she told the

to mention that he

they ran into Jean

unfriendly toward Aria. “So that’s how it’s going

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

at Aria’s face and leveled a stern look at Frank.

frowned, but before he could say a sword, Aria stepped between them, her

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

as Jean

slander!” she

jealous? You and Winter kept calling me bestie, but

was as short-tempered as she was poor in verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly across her

seen your true colors now,” Jean growled under

her face, going mad