The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Carol was definitely content with life-her daughter was now the chief of Zamri Hospital, her son was safe abroad, and she found herself a new partner despite being well advanced in years. Nash was content just like Carol, though he only had one cause to worry in his untameable daughter Kat.

At the moment, she was staying in Riverton with Noel York and was involved in the production of a film.

While Nash would complain that it was not a stable job, he would be grinning ear-to-ear even as he said that.

Naturally, both him and Carol had Frank to thank for all of that. From a certain point of view, he was now their adopted son.

"Yeah, where do you have to go this late at night, Frank?" Nash asked as he brought kitchen utensils.

"Hehe... Just a small trip to Norsedam," Frank did not provide details to spare them from worrying.

Still, just as he was about to leave, he ran headlong into Helen and an exhausted Vicky, the latter who immediately complained, "I can't do this darling. Helen's such a workaholic... I can't work with her anymore..."

"That's because you're slacking off."

every day, so Helen kept a straight face and left to wash her hands for

"Haha..."

amusement, but one would expect nothing

was she terrifyingly efficient, but she also demanded perfection. In fact, she would not be coming home if

miserably into Frank's arms. "You're not just going to watch while that cow works

"Cow...?!"

and shot Frank a

"Uh..."

clapped Vicky on the back as he said awkwardly

be busy

him. "No, I want a kiss! I quit otherwise! I wouldn't

tantrum like a little girl, Frank sighed exasperatedly and brushed his gently against Vicky's forehead

dining table. "That's enough. The food will furn

do." Frank promptly seized the moment to make his escape. Helen did a double take but soon gave chase, shouting,