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

actually miss five million, not to mention that he had Grande Corp’s

they ran

“So that’s how it’s going to be,

her ample bosom

stern look

a sword, Aria stepped between them, her expression cool. “What are you talking

around before. Do you really think you can face Winter after what you did, when she

glowered as Jean

sleeping around? That’s slander!” she snapped before suddenly

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

she was poor in verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly across

colors now,” Jean

was left clutching her face, going