The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-Frank was bemused even as he strode into the guest room, where Kim was already waiting with Liv Dawson.

Kim appeared especially ethereal with her long, wavy dark hair and white dress, and she was on her feet as soon as she saw Frank. “Mr. Lawrence.”

“How have you been? Have you made a full recovery?” Frank asked politely in turn.

“Yes, all thanks to you, Mr. Lawrence,” she replied.

“Yeah.” Frank nodded, feeling like he had just wasted his breath—he knew Kim’s condition better than Kim herself would.

Not only did he treat her internal injuries, but he also cleared up his meridians so that she would be twice more efficient in cultivation.

Aria, who entered the guest room as well, glanced at Frank in surprise, not expecting him to know medicine.

Still, her attention was quickly drawn to Kim’s guileless divine beauty.

she had recovered and regained her

lose out to Vicky or Helen, and a single glance already left Aria’s inferiority complex

brewed it,” Kim said as she

took a sip and could not help exclaiming in

was then surprised as Kim served

appreciation and simply nodded in approval as Frank

Liv suddenly snorted, rolling

day, our dear Ms. White had been either tending meticulously to her tea or smiling stupidly as she stared blankly into thin air, waiting

blushed as she shot

for now,” Frank said, reluctant to let the ladies digress. “I’ll be

because your father mentioned you have news about the Goldeater

drop a bombshell on you, or you’d still be

sure. Like you’re perfectly pleased to see him being stolen away. And weren’t you so