The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The voice in his headset issued an order in Talnamese too. "Follow her, and find out where she got that ruby."

"Yes, sir," the man replied as he got up, impassive as he followed Cindy, who was still reveling in delight.

Later that night, Janet said her goodbyes with her colleagues at Flora Hall, turned off the lights, and was ready to head home.

Just as she picked up her bag, she noticed a slender figure collapsed by the shadows of the wall. "What?" Janet moved closer to find a woman covered in injuries.

Scabs had built up over her wounds—new and old, while her clothes were in pieces.

"Hello? Hey!" Janet walked up, gently patting her on the cheek.

"Frank... Frank Lawrence..." the woman suddenly murmured.

"Frank Lawerence?" Janet exclaimed in shock and leaned in to listen to the woman's feeble whispers. But there was no mistaking it—she had said Frank Lawrence.

"Could she be Frank's girlfriend?!" Janet promptly went to work, calling in her colleagues who had not let her carry the woman into Flora Hall.

and saw the true extent of the woman's injuries— there was not one inch

in her clothes to her injuries, while

various other bones were broken, and her left thigh was

at all that the

the necessary herbs and

was a healer of virtue worthy of inheriting her grandfather's legacy—even though it was obvious that the woman did not have any money on her, Janet refused to deny her help since she was on

woman said a name

wounds and stabilized her, Janet headed outside Flora Hall to

his tone clearly

words, glancing at her busy colleagues as she said, "Hello, Frank. We just brought in this woman who's thoroughly hurt and had collapsed outside Flora Hall, on

Janet's call, but being told about a maimed woman calling