The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Mark chuckled, gazing proudly upon the farm that stretched on endlessly. "Chickens, ducks, fishes, geese, pigs, and goats, and an enormous pond... These are all my treasures, and I've been watching over them for years."

"And losing a whole lot of money because of it," Fleur added tactlessly.

Mark's face fell right then, but Gavin hurried over to clear the air with a smile. "Helen, my father shed blood and sweat for this farm. I'd like him to enjoy some peace in the knowledge that it's passed on to safe hands.”

"Exactly," Mark said, his expression easing as he sighed. "My health's been declining ever since my brother's passing, and I feel too weary to keep managing the farm."

"What are you saying, sir? You're the picture of good health, right?" Helen exclaimed, turning toward Frank.

"Yeah," Frank frowned ever so slightly but nodded in silence for Helen's sake.

hesitation, however, and

other hand, Mark was chuckling and holding up his palms cheerfully. "Helen, I won't waste your time. We're family, and

"What?!"

"No!"

Fleur promptly sprang to their feet when Mark offered Helen a lowered price, scowling, "What, do you have something to say about

just that, you've worked on this farm and spent money on it for so long," Jade said, lowering

factory here? They are your sons,

pause, while Gavin glared at her and could slap her