The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chapter 9

Henry’s miserable reaction was not lost on Frank.

However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not.

It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them!

“No, Gramps. I think this is it,” he said, and left without looking back.

Henry wobbled and almost fell.

Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, “It’s over… It’s all over… It’s the end for my family…”

Helen was left miffed by his words. “What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.”

“Hah!” Henry scoffed coldly. “That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?”

“Exactly,” Helen replied.

“He’s not even worth a fart compared to Frank,” Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore.

Helen sighed as she looked on. “What delusions did Frank feed him, honestly?”

“Who cares?” Peter chuckled. “This suits us just fine—we don’t have to hide your divorce from him now.”

He was certainly feeling gleeful—without the old man’s protection, there was nothing stopping him from getting back at Frank!

Helen shot him a look, and asked, “Who’s that woman with Frank? The one you mentioned.”

“I don’t know,” Peter replied, scratching his head. “But she’s seriously beautiful, like one in a billion…”

Helen frowned. “More beautiful than me?”

Peter’s words left her insecurity gnawing.

She definitely did not hope for Frank to have another woman at his side, especially one who was more beautiful than she was!

stuttering. “You’re a natural beauty, while hers is attained through technology,

constantly—her beauty was far beyond comparison, especially with those ladies at the nightclub he

a good-for-nothing like Frank did

clearly

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Frank returned to

he found a Rolls-Royce parked outside the entrance with a woman wearing a windbreaker leaning against

it turned out to be Yara, Vicky’s bestie

then, she hurried toward him.

Quill. Is something the matter?” Frank asked as he studied her.

small round face, and her eyes were a bright blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind,

few inches over five feet, though she

she kept fiddling with her thumbs, and she kept her head lowered, stammering

“You may speak

up awkwardly then. “O-Okay… Can you teach

had personally experienced the power of Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker. He also treated Vicky, thus proving that there were shortfalls

unlike Vicky, she was no prodigy who could learn a new technique with a single

Frank

out a debit card. “I will make it worth your while, Mr. Lawrence. There’s 500,000

hands behind his back, remaining calm as he replied,

a little flustered. “Then… What do you

relics or other precious

shook her

“Enchanted weapons?”

further dejected.

I’ll have to

her head and turned, ready to

her, “Hold on. Is it true

Is there something I can help you

the improved Boltsmacker, but you need to find someone

tell me who it is,

is Winter Lawrence.”

waited for the next

all

have for

I have is her name. No

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