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.

told the

five million, not to mention that he

they ran into Jean

“So that’s how

did not flinch, even puffing her ample bosom

stern look at Frank. “Do you really like this woman,

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

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

as

sleeping around? That’s slander!” she snapped

Winter kept calling me bestie,

verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly

true colors now,” Jean growled under her

clutching her face, going