The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank was driving, and when he and Helen arrived, they saw that it was actually a private garden.

The venue was basically decorated as if it was for a social ball, complete with a buffet, wine, and classical music. Waiters were weaving in and out of the crowd, serving guests. Naturally, everyone present were representatives of major businesses in Zamri-even if Lanecorp was not particularly weak among them, they were nothing to brag about either. Each guest had a tag on them identifying the groups representing them, and Frank even noticed Victor Sorano from afar.

"Hmm...? Kallum isn't representing Lanecorp now?" an elderly man carrying a glass of red wine asked as he approached Helen just then, with a woman in her twenties linking arms with him. It was a clear case of sugar daddying the man was in his sixties.

Helen politely greeted him in turn. "Mr. Jameson from Zomber Group, yes? Your reputation precedes you. I'm Helen Lane, the new board chairwoman of Lanecorp..."

"Oh, you know me?" The old man was taken aback, since he knew everyone who was rich and important in Zamri.

He did not recognize Helen, however, but she recognized him.

"Of course I would have heard of you." Helen smiled. "You're one of Zamri's Three Bears, and you're so famous that I've heard of you even back in Riverton..."

the occasion, quickly making smooth conversation with the old man and changing his opinion

leering sleazily at her, but

socialized with strangers for years, she had certainly learned how to hold

she had to admit that beauty

with Mr. Jameson walked up to Frank, smiling as she clinked glasses with him. "Hey, handsome. Your girl's getting real close with other men.

"I'm actually beside myself with joy that she's

lips were curling up dangerously. "Anyway, there's this masquerade ball where only the bigwigs of Zamri are invited. Twin Lions Hotel... Are

ball." Frank was mystified-why would she suddenly mention

to whisper into Frank's ear, "Since everyone has a mask