The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Helen growled threateningly, "Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Zeller, or you'll get more than what you bargained for."

"Really? Do you even know who my friends are? Hehe... You'd die from a heart attack if I told you, but I digress."

Will smiled darkly, licking his lips as he cornered Helen. "Spend the night with me, Ms. Lane, and I swear by my honor that you can have the photo and all the files I made copies of... Or by tomorrow, everything in that photo would show up on the desk of your rivaling company's CEO. So what's it gonna be?"

Helen closed her eyes despite his threat, silent for a moment before saying, "So I can take this as a threat, right?"

"That's right." Will kept smiling, utterly gleeful as he was convinced he already had Helen.

He was even beginning to imagine what goodies lay beneath her suit, and the fire in his loins flared.

There was no stopping it, just as he had no reason to stop himself.

He started to reach his hand toward Helen, ready to go for it-

Fwip.

Shunk!

shot toward Will, stabbing into the back of his palm with pinpoint

all over his brow. Every guest turned toward him right then, and various attendants hurried

quickly performed first aid, while others

hand, Helen seized the moment to return to

asked, oblivious to what

answer and started to tug on Frank, ready

side of the table and knew

he would definitely have a bone to pick