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.

was certainly far from the

the truth is far from that. I may be the chairperson, but if the board keeps resetting my 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 violence." "Oh, I see." Frank nodded-so she really was hiring

disinterest. "What, so you're refusing? Or would you rather protect Vicky than

I'll protect you. I'd take down anyone who dares lay a finger on my wife!" Frank

Frank's overly

left dumbfounded as he saw that

the Lane family was a

incarnate...?" He gulped but quickly returned to his post, worried that he would make