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.

when she turned on the light and saw the true extent of the woman's injuries— there was not one inch of her skin that was

clothes to her injuries, while pus was growing

were broken, and her left thigh was

miracle at all that the woman was

herbs and tend to

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

said a name Janet was very familiar

woman's wounds and stabilized her, Janet headed outside Flora

his tone clearly sharp, proving

collapsed outside Flora Hall, on the verge of death. I don't

actually annoyed with Janet's call, but being told about a maimed woman calling his name left his