The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank chuckled. "There, Ms. Lane. I signed your slave contract."

"Stop messing around. I'm driving!" Helen snapped, but she could not help smiling faintly as she glanced at the agreement.

After over two hours of driving, Helen and Frank arrived at Zamri and headed straight for a thirty-floor building.

Alighting and throwing her keys to a security guard on hand to receive her, Helen finally explained why she brought him there. "This is a billion dollar investment company owned by the Lane Family and basically their lifeblood. As the head of the family, I naturally have to take control, but many board members are ganging up against me, refusing to cooperate because I'm a weak girl."

"A weak girl?" Frank snorted, looking at Helen from head to toe.

She was dressed in a business suit that revealed a part of her collarbone and accentuated her lips.

Coupled with her black silk thigh highs, she was an imposing, professional businesswoman who could clearly hold her own.

certainly

leadership, I'd lose control over the company and even my shares. Obviously, I wasn't twiddling my thumbs last week-my plans are already in place, but I'm still concerned that they'd resort to

refusing? Or would you rather protect Vicky

lay a finger on my wife!" Frank was at once alert at the mention of

Frank's

left dumbfounded as he

Lane family was a beauty, but Helen

He gulped but quickly returned to his post, worried that he would make a fool