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.

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

had no chance

those thoughts and drove the company

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

with the paperwork, so the

and everything was done, Lydia sighed in relief as the paperwork for the Bugatti

she was about to return

picked it up and saw that it

that it was her father asking

say a word and answer the call, the familiar voice of a younger man spoke from the other end. "Hey, Lydia. Missed me?" "Who

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