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.

–

Rolls-Royce slowly entered the Turnbulls’ hilltop

on hand to receive them, leading

bringing them tea, he said, “Please rest your legs for a moment, gentlemen. I shall inform Mr. Turnbull

turned and headed upstairs, Frank looked around and muttered quietly, “There really aren’t many servants

the Turnbulls’ figurehead in Riverton,

in wealth. She’s also an apprentice

“You really think highly of her! How

back since Frank and Helen were divorced anyway. “That’s like comparing

and Trevor grinned. “By the way, Mr. Lawrence, you’re a gentleman with dignity, wisdom, and compassion, while Ms. Turnbull is a ravishing beauty with wit to

choked on his tea and shot Trevor

surprised

got up to greet the man approaching

asked excitedly, “Trevor, old friend… Where’s this miracle

training in seclusion at the south pole, and his abilities as a healer are extraordinary.”

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

you, Mr. Turnbull,” Trevor told him solemnly. “If Frank fails

choice but to try,

please come

sir,” Frank said flatly, and he and Trevor followed Walter to a room

young woman

exactly the ravishing beauty Trevor had described, with flawless fair

no hiding her haughty presence—it actually added to

stood beside

then, assuring her, “Vicky, Trevor just got you a healer. He’ll definitely help you

Mr. Zurich.” Vicky forced a

all, she had countless consultations with other healers over the last five years…

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

Trevor smiled and turned toward Frank. “She’s in your hands