The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 2

As Frank strode out of Lane Manor, he turned to look at the place he lived at for three years.

He had come here all alone and now left empty-handed.

Just then, a Rolls-Royce sped toward him from a distance, stopping just beside him.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed sharply in a suit alighted, grinning broadly as he jogged up to Frank. “Mr. Lawrence…”

“What are you doing here?” Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International.

“I’ve recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I’ve come to discuss the details with her,” Trevor admitted.

Frank nodded but said, “There’s no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family’s backing and doesn’t need ours, and she’s no longer my wife.”

“What?!” Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. “What’s going on?”

“Helen and I got divorced,” Frank admitted. “From now on, there’s no connection between myself and the Lanes.”

Then, turning toward Trevor and gently clapping him on the shoulder, Frank said, “Thanks for your help over the last three years, brother.”

While Trevor’s business was mostly based abroad, he was asked to return to support the Lanes and basically earned zero profit over that period of time.

Even so, Trevor promptly bowed his head and said, “No, Mr. Lawrence—it’s my honor to work in your service… that said, why would Ms. Lane suddenly divorce you? Is the Wesley boy responsible for this?”

Frowning, Trevor clapped himself on the chest and declared, “In that case, I’ll personally visit Ms. Lane and talk things out with her.”

Over the last three years, the only reason he partnered with Lane Holdings was because Frank asked. The Lanes were so far beneath him that they did not even deserve to lick his boots, let alone his partnership!

How shortsighted Helen was, divorcing Lawrence just because her company went public!

Nonetheless, Frank shook his head. “Forget it. Helen and I are divorced—we have nothing to do with each other now. You can go if there’s nothing else.”

Trevor smacked himself on the forehead as he remembered. “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you. Remember the wonderroot you asked me to find? Well, I’ve found it, but…”

Frank wheeled on him right then, asking, “But what?”

caught wind that Walter Turnbull’s only daughter was afflicted with a terrible illness five years ago, and she doesn’t have long to live. The good news is that

wonderroot, especially after that fight at South Sea three years ago.

only way to restore himself to

he

flashing sharply, Frank asked, “I take it that you’ve discussed the

gulped, sweat appearing over his forehead as he said, “Of course—I’d never try to deceive you. Walter Turnbull himself

not press the issue. “In that

himself when a BMW sped toward them and parked

Lane—Helen’s younger brother—promptly alighted and hurried

your discussion with my sister, Mr. Zurich?” Peter asked. “Why don’t you stay a while

him a look and snorted

was no need to play nice

wondering how he had upset Trevor, dumbfounded. He had not done a

as Trevor’s Rolls-Royce sped past him, unable to believe

car?! What the hell was going

–

sitting in her study, glancing

this morning, but it was already past noon!

urged her, “Maybe

Helen replied. “He never specified a

the West City project is so important,” Gina complained. “You need to

thought, Gina was losing her mind.

sighed, worried that her

hesitant, she made the call, and

polite. “Hello, Mr. Zurich. I was just wondering

afraid that I’m withdrawing from our partnership,” Trevor replied

sudden bombshell left

be loyal, but it seems that I’ve misjudged you.” Trevor scoffed. “I really wouldn’t dare keep characters like

he hung up, leaving Helen dumbfounded and utterly confused.

going on?! She had always shown Trevor due respect and never offended him. What on earth was wrong with