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?"

then whipped out a pair of handcuffs and slapped them on Helen's wrists. "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

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

smiled in turn. "Haha, I wouldn't dare. I'd

Frank called her his wife, he leveled a

was told, but her

"Yeah."

drunk driving, let alone get into an accident. So just sit tight and wait-I will definitely clear

"I... Frank..."

pang inside as she saw the determination in Frank's eyes,

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

How much longer

officers soon had enough and started to