The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Okay, got it." Frank smiled in wry amusement and asked seriously, "So? Have you fully recovered?"

"Yeah, but there are traces." Vicky snorted. "I refuse to let Helen see it. So if you miss me, you'd just have to wait another few days." "Okay," Frank said and hung up in thought.

He would go with Helen but decided not to impose since she was so busy.

He then called Trevor Zurich. "Get me a car."

Trevor appeared at a loss for once. "I don't have a branch in Zamri, Mr. Lawrence. I don't think I have anything that suits you-"

"It's just so that I don't have to walk. Just get me one soon."

"Alright..." Trevor replied, and soon, an Audi arrived downstairs.

Frank did not mind the modest vehicle.

about it

but after detailed observation, Frank discovered its true

wonder that developed over a thousand years. It could be used to refine pills which promoted longevity, and even wearing it as a cosmetic eased the spirit and dispelled

was worth almost three billion in the black market—a treasure beyond monetary

always well-concealed, and it was not

bargain for Frank. If Travis were to find out that the counterfeit item he bought for billions was a treasure and that he had given it away to

and split it with Helen and

vial of Kat Yego's blood, so he could

for charity instead. He got it for free anyway, and it did not hurt to get nothing in return