The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Dad..."

Lydia did a double take but hung her head and sighed. "He's someone from a completely different world. He saved Gene Pearce and is a martial artist, while I'm just a car sales girl. I'm not the right girl for him."

"Hehe..." Aaron chuckled. "But you ran into each other by chance, twice. What is that if not fate? And if fate is on your side, you should at least give it a try... Whether it works is another thing entirely." "Okay," Lydia nodded at her father's words, before checking her watch. "I need to get back to work, dad. I'll be going to Mr. Lawrence's house to finalize the paperwork."

"Good. Run along now." Aaron smiled, adding, "And don't forget what I told you."

"Yeah." Lydia smiled in wry amusement, taking the note with Frank's address out of her briefcase.

Melancholy showed on her face-she would certainly like to get to know Frank better, but cruel reality made it clear that she did not deserve him.

Lanecorp's chairwoman and the heiress of the Turnbulls were close

really had no chance at

those thoughts and drove the company car

just so happened that Frank was not home, and Lydia was at once disappointed and sighed

with the paperwork, so the formalities were

in relief as the paperwork for the Bugatti Veyron

as she was about to return to

it up and saw that it was her

exasperatedly, presuming that it was her father asking if things

call, the familiar voice of a younger man spoke from the other end. "Hey, Lydia.

"Yeah, it's me. Hehehe..."