The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

On the other hand, Gina hung her head in silence for a long while.

Then, having made up her mind, she looked up and snarled, "I'll find Cindy. If we do, we'd be able to buy that farm!"

"That's not necessary,” Frank said, waving her off—money was no issue for him.

The question here was how they were going to make a profit with that farm.

Gina, however, was only getting further agitated. "No, I'm not taking this lying down. I'll find Cindy! Curse that brat... She'd do this to me when I trust her so much!"

While Gina strode upstairs, Helen frowned as she turned toward Frank. "About the money... Why don't we ask Vicky? We might be able to pool the money by working together.”

"What?" Frank was a little surprised. "When did you two bond?"

"N-No!" Helen blushed as she snapped. "What are you talking about? We're just colleagues, that's all!”

with a faint, suspicious smile. "Hold

Just stop it!" Helen punched him and stormed

chuckled—he was naturally

was solemn since there

that Helen lost the billion-dollar investment company and offended

pleased with the way Helen snapped at Fleur today—she was no longer wet behind

since he was pleased, he should help Helen become the next head of the Lane

he whipped out his phone and

Trevor answered

dollars from you. Can you wire it to

to hear the word, and quickly said, "You can have the money, Mr. Lawrence! You really don't have