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.

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Rolls-Royce slowly entered

was on hand to receive

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

and headed upstairs, Frank looked around and muttered quietly, “There

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

Vicky is herself extraordinary, establishing a transnational trading conglomerate single-handedly five years ago and accumulating billions in wealth. She’s also an apprentice to Riverton’s

“You really think highly of her! How does she compare to Helen?”

Helen were divorced anyway. “That’s like

compassion, while Ms. Turnbull is a ravishing beauty with wit to boot. Should you two

his tea and shot

awkwardly, surprised that Frank

got up to greet the man approaching them. “Mr. Turnbull.”

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

“This is him—Frank Lawrence. He has been training in seclusion

he saw how young Frank looked. “Are you

lie to you, Mr. Turnbull,” Trevor told him solemnly. “If Frank fails to heal your daughter

Walter was absolutely skeptical about Frank, he had no choice but

case, please come with me,

Trevor followed Walter to a

a young woman

had described, with flawless fair skin, a clear dewy

hiding her haughty presence—it actually added to

black suit stood beside her bed, appearing to be her bodyguard.

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

Vicky forced a smile, but she knew her condition

all, she had countless consultations with other healers over the last five years… and none of

not pin her hopes on Frank either. If anything,

turned toward Frank. “She’s