The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Frank took a taxi to Laneville in the evening and was surprised to find Gina waiting for a while at the door.

Seeing him arrive, she promptly strode up to him and warned, “I take it you know what to say and what not to when you see the old man later.”

Frank chuckled. “You really should chase me away instead if you’re that worried.”

“What?!” Gina glared at him, shocked that he would speak in that tone with her.

Nonetheless, Frank ignored her and strode inside.

After all, he had no reason to play nice with the rest of the Lane family now that he and Helen were divorced!

As soon as he entered, he found Henry standing there with an apron, having cooked up a storm.

“What’s the occasion, sir? That’s a lot of food,” he said.

Henry was smiling when he saw Frank and walked up to grasp his hand. “Oh, you’re here, Frankie—you’ll find out soon enough.”

As the pair sat down and made pleasant small talk, Gina stared fixedly at Frank, fearful that he would say what he should not.

Helen arrived soon enough and saw Frank as she had expected.

Henry was the one who arranged her marriage with Frank, so he naturally valued it greatly.

It was precisely why Helen did not tell him about her divorce.

Walking right up to Frank, she asked, “Where have you been this afternoon?”

Frank shrugged. “I have no reason to tell you, do I?”

Helen snorted, greatly upset by his attitude. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’m not bothered.”

Turning toward Henry, he asked, “What’s so important, Grandpa?”

heartily. “I just met an old comrade, and he told me that his granddaughter is working at Flora Hall. I thought it’s the perfect timing to arrange for a job for Frank, and

snapped as soon as Henry was

longer family—why should

for

stick to cooking

arrange a job for Frank at the

Gina frowned as she pointed out, “Peter doesn’t have a job either. You should worry about

other day.” Henry snorted. “All he does is embarrass me… And where is he now? Why isn’t he back

here soon,” Gina

Bang!

door slammed open loudly, and they all

that Frank was there as well, he bellowed, “You b*st*rd! How dare you

to swing it

was left utterly bewildered—what had

feet, “You wretch! How dare you

some

“What?!”

And here I

Frank in disbelief—he knew Frank well enough to know that he

bellowed, his

to level a cool glare

you’d rather believe him than

to her over the last

that hurt if she had gone to the hotel to ask

question,” Helen coolly

your brother, and

Frank would be with another

were divorced, she did not expect him to get

an affair for a

you really

Frank smiled bitterly. “Then what about you and Sean Wesley? At least I’m innocent compared to you

her husband, she kept going out with Sean frequently—had