The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank's bluntness left Frida rolling her eyes, speechless. "Could you be more patient? Ms. Turnbull can't see you for now, so stay here for a few days. Once the time is right, I'll take you to her.”

"Then tell me what the deal is with the Turnbulls.” Frank snorted in dissatisfaction. “Or am I supposed to just wait here forever?”

"Being impatient doesn't help, and things are still opaque right now." Frida shrugged. "Knowing too much doesn't do you any favors, so I'm begging you now to just trust Ms. Turnbull and be patient, please?”

Frank nodded begrudgingly since Frida was going that far.

And since he was already in Morhen anyway, he would just have to visit the Turnbulls directly if there really was trouble.

"Urgh..." Frida sighed as Frank finally played along and said quietly. "Now that we have an agreement, you should do as I say—wait here, and I'll contact you if anything comes up.”

With that, she leapt into her car and left—she had sneaked out in the first place and needed a proper excuse for being gone for two days, and she could not afford to drag her feet either.

Lawrence. It must've been a long journey—would you like some tea?" Nash asked, pushing a

nodding. "I'd have to impose for a few

life and has been

Vicky saved your life?" Frank

"There was this landslide, but Ms.

is that

virtue, and appearance. There's only a handful of

Frank could not help chuckling as he remembered Vicky's

soon smacked his thigh. "Oh, apologies, Mr. Lawrence... Silly me, you must've been traveling for a day, so you wouldn't have