The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank breathed a sigh of relief at Glen's assurance.

Thank goodness the man kept his word-if the man pulled another technicality on him, Frank really would not mind turning against the Turnbulls right then and there.

As they left Turnbull Estate, Vicky was once again the coquettish Turnbull heiress.

Throwing her arms around Frank's neck, she jammed her lips firmly on his cheek. "Oh, darling... You're amazing! How did you manage to gather the evidence against Titus?" "Uh..." Frank was about to explain when he spotted Helen in her car, having been waiting for a while.

She alighted, striding to stand between Frank and Vicky while folding her arms before chest. "Let's head home, darling. You're driving."

"Okay..." Frank tamely ran off to get the car while wiping the lipstick stain off his cheek as hard as he could.

He really would not stay for another second, sensing the conflict brewing between both women.

Still, Vicky was giggling as she watched Helen. "What, are you jealous? Oh, don't tell me... No action even though you got darling to yourself for so long?"

you think everyone else is just like you?!" Helen was at once embarrassed and angry-this was the first thing Vicky said after so long?! "That's called suffering for your pride." Vicky giggled. "You've really messed up here, missing such

leapt up to Helen, gathering her in her arms and kissing her on

looked on in shock, Vicky laughed as she rode shotgun and winked. "Don't forget that we're still rivals, Helen.

Helen bit her lip so hard

to be watching, and their intimacy almost

he chanted a calming mantra to still

got into the car as well,

her kiss too, and they

it, but the peaceful vibe gave him

resort?" Vicky asked, immediately concerned now