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?"

officer 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

officers scowled right then. "What, is this

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

his wife, he leveled a serious look

did as she was told, but her eyes soon widened. "Are you

"Yeah."

up to pat her head. "I'd never believe that you were drunk driving, let alone get into an accident. So just sit tight and wait-I will definitely clear your name."

"I... Frank..."

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

with Frank before, and

alright. How much longer are

soon had enough and started