The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As Frank hung up, he finally arrived outside Lane Manor.

A doorman promptly stopped him, snapping sternly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lawrence, but Mr. Graves gave express instructions not to let you drive inside.”

Aria wound down her window and snapped at the doorman, “Hey! This is plain disrespect! You have no right!”

Frank stopped her. “Forget it. I’m not planning to stay anyway.”

He simply parked by the curb and headed inside Lane Manor with Aria.

He immediately found Chaz and Donald having a particularly happy chat, and Donald’s eyes went red the instant he saw Frank.

Enemies really cannot stay in the same room. Although Donald was not about to start a fight just then, he flashed a sarcastic, savage smile at Frank. “Cherish your last days, Mr. Lawrence.”

“When’s your son’s funeral? Do send an invite to Skywater Bay—I’ll definitely be there.”

and his single remark

right then but eventually snorted as he turned and stormed off, his eyes

as he lectured haughtily, “Watch yourself, Frank. You’re in my house—you

Frank shot back, unbothered, as

tooth too, though he was soon chuckling. “Go on, keep puffing yourself up. The Lionhearts already know that you’re seducing Vicky Turnbull, and they will send a

strode inside to find Helen in front of Henry’s casket,

the manor was silent as soon as he entered, and anyone could feel the enmity that the Lanes felt toward

could kill him right

as she pursed her lips. “What do you think you’re looking at? Frank came

face?!” Gina’s turned