The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Both police officers were shaking their heads coldly even before Helen could finish.

One of them even asked, "Don't you think you're a little too concerned about your career? Also, you're now suspected of a drunken accident. Or perhaps you're trying to make it a hit-and-run?" "I-I'm not."

Helen sighed urgently. "But this negotiation is very important—"

"Wait."

Frank strode up past the yellow line, walking up to the puddle of blood. "Officers, may I ask where the victim is?"

Both officers were speechless. "An ambulance came and took him away."

"Took him where?" Frank pressed.

The officer snorted, waving him off impatiently. "Zamri Hospital, of course. Do we really have to spell it out for you?"

"Alright, beautiful. There's no point calling your husband to defend you you're coming with us." While he was considerate enough to cover the cuffs with a jacket, Frank strode up,

scowled right then. "What, is this an obstruction of

in turn. "Haha, I wouldn't dare. I'd just like to ask my wife a few

his wife, he leveled a serious look at her. "Give me the address to Shellan

but her eyes soon

"Yeah."

drunk driving, let alone get into an accident.

"I... Frank..."

as she saw the determination in Frank's eyes, just as

stung her to remember all the misunderstandings she had with Frank before, and she leaned against Frank like a

alright. How much longer are you

soon had enough and started to drag Helen