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.

stared blankly at the dishes around the table as

rushed into a traditionally decorated courtyard, where a graying middle-aged

the head of the

to one knee, the Favoni sentry reported, "Sir, I don't think your son is going to make

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

ruckus could be heard outside

in! Master Favoni is training in seclusion-no one is

be punished if you do!

hear the pleas and understood

them just as another burly man with a

he got in, he wheeled on the

were immediately deflated and turned toward Chet with a pleading

knew his second brother Edon Favoni