The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Helen breathed a sigh of relief, overwhelmed with gratitude toward Sean. “Thank you so

much for this, Mr. Wesley.”

She had been depressed after Trevor called off their partnership and was naturally

surprised that Sean was willing to help her build another with the Turnbulls.

He even bought a panacea cap along, so she could present it as her gift—he was certainly

a great help!

“Oh, it’s nothing, Helen,” Sean said smugly. “We’re friends, aren’t we? We have each

other’s backs.”

Helen was tearing up from emotion—Sean was certainly proving himself to be a real friend

with all his prowess, especially with the way he always came to her aid whenever she

needed help.

In contrast, her ex-husband certainly dulled in comparison. Perhaps letting her mother

force Frank to divorce her was a smart choice.

Meanwhile, Sean did not waste time hurrying inside the villa, though Helen glanced

outside just as their car passed another.

She did a double take, since the man sitting at the backseat looked so much like Frank!

“What?” Sean promptly asked.

“I think that was Frank in that car just now,” Helen said quietly.

“Hahaha!” Sean guffawed. “This is Balmung Hill’s mansion zone, and everyone living here

is either rich or powerful. What would your useless ex-husband be doing here?”

Helen peered outside the car again, but she totally agreed with Sean.

Moreover, she only looked outside and did not see the man’s face clearly. Maybe it was

just a slight resemblance…

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Meanwhile, Yara drove straight toward Verdant Hotel, which was the grandest hotel in

Riverton.

There were eighteen floors spanning over 2,000 square meters, and two lion statues

grandly adorned the front entrance.

Vicky personally opened the door for Frank and led him to the front desk, booking the

penthouse suite for him for a year.

“That’s too much,” Frank exclaimed in surprise. “I’ll just be staying a few days.”

Vicky waved him off nonchalantly. “No worries, Mr. Lawrence. It’s exclusively for friends,

and you can drop by whenever you like even if you find other places to stay. The hotel can

cater to your needs as well—food, entertainment, even sports.”

Frank nodded. He could see that he could have anything he wanted here the instant he

stepped inside, what with the spacious lobby decorated with such stateliness.

After Vicky got him a room, she handed him the room card along with a gold card.

“This is a gold card, applicable to all Turnbull businesses. You can make any purchases you

desire with this.”

“Is that exclusively for friends too?” Frank smiled as he stared at it.

Vicky smiled as well. “No, it’s for important associates of my family.”

“You really give me too much credit.” Frank chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Oh, the irony…

Helen never gave him a thing in their three-year marriage.

On the other hand, it had barely been a day since he met Vicky, but she had already given

him a gold card.

“Not really. I simply consider you a friend.” Vicky grinned. “And I hope you’d consider me a

friend in turn.”

Her eyes narrowed as she smiled, and certainly no one could read the thoughts behind it.

Frank slipped the card into his pocket in turn, wordlessly approving her request.

Before he could speak, however, someone yelled at him, “Frank Lawrence! You b*st*rd!”

Frank turned to find Peter Lane standing there with a woman wearing thick makeup.

Peter was planning to ‘take a break’ with his new girlfriend at the hotel, but he was furious

to see Frank the instant he stepped inside.

Ignoring the stares from the others around them, he strode up to Frank, pointing his finger

at Frank’s nose as he snapped, “You were badmouthing my sister, weren’t you?! You told

Mr. Zurich to call off her partnership with my sister!”

Frank shot him a cool look. “Trevor simply saw your family’s true nature.”

“Shut up! I’m beating you to a pulp right now!” Peter screamed.

Before he could move, however, Vicky moved to stand between them, her brow furrowed

as she said sternly, “You are in the Verdant Hotel, sir. Please be mindful of your behavior.”

She had no idea what the grudge between the two men were, but she was staunchly on

Frank’s side.

As for Peter, he appeared taken aback as he studied Vicky, completely bewitched by her

beauty.

He had been philandering a lot ever since his family struck it rich.

Even so, this was the first time he saw a woman as beautiful as her!

Still, just because Vicky came in a hurry and was dressed in a business suit, he presumed

her to be the lobby manager and possibly a woman who slept her way to the top.

He promptly whipped out a few hundred dollar bills and stuffed them into Vicky’s hand,

whispering, “This has nothing to do with you. Also, I’ll talk to you later.”

Vicky pursed his lips—that was totally disrespectful of him!

She flung the money back at his face and snapped, “Mr. Lawrence is my friend, so take

your money and leave right now. We don’t accept boneheads like you.”

However, her outburst only left Peter further convinced that she was the lobby manager.

His gaze darting between Vicky and Peter, he then realized something with a start!

“Well done, Frank! So you got yourself a b*tch on the side already,” he snapped, his eyes

flashing viciously as he pointed between the both of them. “That’s why you agreed to

divorcing my sister so easily!”

Frank’s eyes narrowed as he growled coolly, “Watch your words, Peter. I won’t hold this

against you, seeing that you’re Helen’s brother. Now, leave.”