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

"What,

dare. I'd just like to ask

he leveled a serious look at her. "Give me the address to

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

"Yeah."

drunk driving, let alone

"I... Frank..."

eyes, just as she understood how warm it was to

the misunderstandings she had with Frank before, and she leaned against Frank

much longer

enough and started to drag