The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Helen frowned and sighed. "So... we're giving up?"

To be honest, she really did not want Kallum to win, but this was an impossible task and she should not push herself.

"Of course we're not giving up." Frank smiled and nodded at Helen. "I have an idea. Just head back to Lanecorp and wait." "Really?" Helen was skeptical, but since Frank had put it that way, she could only nod and tell Frank not to push his luck. After she drove away, Frank stretched his back. "Alright, now let's go meet the richest man on the East Coast."

He left the mansion and took a cab at the main street and told the cabbie, "Grand Coast Hotel."

It was the same hotel where he and Helen were staying.

"Hello?"

The balding Gene Pearce answered the phone at the living area. He was wearing a bathrobe, and despite being the richest man of the East Coast, he was clearly in bad shape, with his face and lips showing blackness.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Pearce. There's a young man named Mr. Lawrence who's asking to see you."

"See me?"

against his arm chair, looking out through the window at the cityscape of Zamri and snickered, "So you're saying anyone gets to see me just because they ask? Tell him that he's lucky I'm not upset, and show him

he hung

rang again in less than five seconds, leaving Gene scowling as he picked up the phone, "What the hell? I said I

Mr. Pearce..." A young man's voice spoke from

somehow finding the

a frown, "You're the one

I can help you with my

at Frank's offer, his eyes suddenly sharp. "My illness is a well-kept