The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky raised a brow, her meaning all too clear.

Frank said quietly in turn, "Anyway, I helped Bravo Lambert reclaim a plot of land that his gang rented to the Salazars. The Salazars built a factory over it, and their precision machinery for producing pharmaceutical products is still in there.”

"Really?" Vicky's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. After we took back the land, I rented the factory from Bravo, so I'm going to—"

"Aha! I expect nothing less from my head of pharmaceutical research.” Vicky cut him short.

"So? How much is Bravo asking for? I'm taking everything,” she said, adding with a wink. "You'd get a twenty percent revenue cut too."

"No," Frank shook his head. "I intend to sell the factory to Helen and Lane Holdings."

Vicky sprang to her feet before sighing in disappointment. "I see—I get it now. I still have

caught her wrist before she could leave,

Vicky chuckled, repressing her misery as she turned toward

suddenly throw in the towel, and she got up as well, suggesting, "We can split the

me, Helen Lane." Vicky smiled bitterly, knowing from what Frank said

to think this was how it ended after she had sacrificed so much for him—Vicky could

one glance, sighing exasperatedly. "Lane Holdings will be pouring in investment and human resources, while you'll provide expertise and technology. That way, both of you can be proper partners—splitting the

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