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?"

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.

Helen, gathering her in

rode shotgun and winked. "Don't forget that

her lip so hard she could

be watching, and

he chanted a calming mantra to still his

the car

Helen with her kiss too, and they were both basically

but the peaceful vibe

at the farm resort?" Vicky asked, immediately concerned now