The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky stuck her tongue out at Frank, while Helen frowned.

"Alright, just leave this whole affair to me," he said. "Both of you just follow my orders—you'll be handing the advertising and getting all the public figures of Riverton to build hype. The more hype, the better.

"As for me..." Frank glanced at the farmland around him, sighing. "I'll be staying here for a while.” "Frank..." Helen was awash with emotion.

She was convinced she could rise as the next head of the Lane family, only to end up relying on Frank again.

It was as emotional as it was awkward—in fact, Frank's claim before that he was the reason Lane Holdings flourished during their three-year marriage was no lie.

that extended one’s lifespan and

to hope to live longer, and none of them would rather

Frank was aiming for

outdated—Frank could work himself to death and never earn a billion

if this membership-exclusive tour scheme filled its twenty-person quota every day, and with tickets priced at two million dollars, one month

and Trevor Zurich—he could not complete such a grand project on

busy planning everything,