The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 3

Frank was napping in Trevor’s car when his phone rang, waking him up.

Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, “Frank, are you with Mr. Zurich right now?”

Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. “Yeah.”

Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!

“You disappoint me, Frank,” she growled. “If you’re upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstab my family?”

Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, “Would you believe it if I told you that I didn’t?”

“Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!” Helen demanded. “He also annulled our partnership!”

“Trevor’s decision is his own and has nothing to do with me.”

Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growling at every word. “You really disappoint me.”

Frank’s voice suddenly turned cool as well. “It seems all you care about is what you want to believe and not the actual truth. I have no idea what Peter told you nor am I willing to explain myself—just don’t bother me with stuff like this ever again.”

And with those words, he hung up, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing as his eyes flashed coolly.

To think that Helen never trusted him even after three years of marriage, pinning the blame on him just over mere speculation.

Perhaps she really believed that he was a freeloading shut-in too!

Beside him, Trevor could certainly tell the call was from the Lanes. He asked tentatively, “Shall I straighten them out, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank sighed and waved him off. “Forget it. Let’s just distance ourselves from them from now on.”

He could not bring himself to destroy them just yet, so they could rot for all he cared.

–

Trevor’s Rolls-Royce slowly entered the

having been informed of their arrival, a servant was on hand to

legs for a moment, gentlemen. I shall inform Mr. Turnbull of

looked around and muttered quietly, “There really aren’t many servants around here,

Mr. Lawrence,” Trevor told him. “Walter is merely the Turnbulls’ figurehead in Riverton,

also an

chuckled. “You really think highly of her!

holding back since Frank and Helen were divorced anyway. “That’s like comparing a wolf to

dignity, wisdom, and compassion, while Ms. Turnbull is a ravishing beauty with wit to boot. Should you two tie the knot, it shall certainly be

tea and shot Trevor a glare.

his head awkwardly, surprised that Frank was

up to greet the man approaching

his hand in turn and asked excitedly, “Trevor, old friend… Where’s this miracle healer you’ve

training in seclusion at the south pole, and his abilities as a

young Frank looked. “Are you joking, Trevor? He’s

Trevor told him solemnly. “If

he had no choice but to try, especially when Trevor was

that case, please come with

and he and Trevor followed Walter to

young woman lying in bed.

flawless fair skin, a clear dewy gaze, and a captivating

there was no hiding her

in a black suit stood beside her bed, appearing to be

her, “Vicky, Trevor just got you a healer. He’ll definitely help you this time.”

Vicky forced a smile, but she knew her condition

she had countless consultations with other healers over the last five years… and none of them helped.

pin her hopes on Frank either. If anything, her gratitude was merely a

Turnbull.” Trevor smiled and turned toward Frank. “She’s in your hands now,