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?"

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

"Haha, I wouldn't dare. I'd just like

warmth inside her when Frank called her his wife, he leveled a serious look at her. "Give me the

was told, but her eyes soon widened. "Are

"Yeah."

walked up to pat her head. "I'd never believe that you were drunk driving, let alone get into an

"I... Frank..."

in Frank's eyes, just as she understood how warm it was to

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

alright. How much longer

officers soon had enough and