The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After fidgeting restlessly for a while, Helen finally looked up at Frank, her cheeks flushed as she stammered, "D-Darling... I want what Vicky had, too..."

"Hahaha! I knew it!"

Vicky exclaimed as she suddenly appeared behind Helen, grinning gleefully as she folded her arms before her chest. "Just spit it out already. Don't you feel embarrassed, fidgeting about at your age, Ms. Lane?"

"You stay out of this!" Helen wheeled on Vicky and snapped.

When Helen turned, she saw that Frank was in front of her, leaning down to give her a warm kiss on the forehead.

As she reached up blankly to touch her forehead, she looked up to see Frank's smile.

Flushing in embarrassment, she turned and left, snorting. "Alright, that's enough already! It's time for dinner!"

Even as she chased a giggling Vicky inside, Vicky turned to look at Frank. "Come home soon."

"Yeah." Frank nodded, smiling.

at the dishes around the table as she heard a car engine igniting outside. "Should I be more...

one of the family's sentries rushed into a traditionally decorated courtyard, where a graying

other than Chet Favoni, the head of the

sentry reported, "Sir, I don't think your

inside. Dropping to one knee as well, he reported, "Sir, your second brother

could be heard outside even

is training in seclusion-no

be punished if you

hear the pleas and understood

waved off the two Favoni sentries, dismissing them just as another burly man with a Van Dyke beard stormed in

wheeled on the Favoni sentries

and turned

second brother Edon Favoni