The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Frank chuckled. “Why would they be jealous? I’m not a fellow suitor.”

“That’s true.” Yara conceded and sighed. “But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won’t get the wrong idea? Moreover, he’s the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances.”

Being Vicky’s bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets.

She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed. That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts.

“Hmph.” Frank snorted with a look of disdain. “I’m fine as long as they don’t provoke me. If they do, they’ll find themselves less lions than lambs.”

Yara gulped.

That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.

Either way, she had nothing to add after saying that much.

–

Early next morning, Helen had just woken up when she got a call from Sean.

“Good news! Mr. Turnbull’s daughter fully recovered yesterday!” he exclaimed.

“She did?!” Helen was immediately excited.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect the panacea cap to be so effective.” Sean laughed. “You are now the savior of the Turnbulls’ heiress, Helen!”

Helen was certainly thrilled—Lane Holdings had nothing to worry about now that the Turnbulls owed them a favor!

Breathing out lengthily to quickly calm herself, she said, “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Sean replied with feigned modesty. “It’s what I ought to do—by the way, remember to properly prepare for the banquet tonight at Verdant Hotel, and the project will definitely be yours.”

“Yes. I’m counting on you, Mr. Wesley,” Helen said, and hung up.

She could hardly hide her excitement and almost started skipping around on her bed.

time for Lane Holdings to prosper had

–

Frank had woken up early to meditate when someone knocked on his

leather jacket and a pair of jeans, giving

she smiled. “You’re

same about

here tonight. I’ll get you a

“I’ll pass.”

door when Vicky caught it, “Please, Mr. Lawrence. It’s my father’s invitation, and you can at least show

was reluctant to attend a pointless social event, he

that

and

he noticed a trio of men hurrying toward

Vicky asked in curiosity, noticing his

“Trouble.”

the trio too

was a rival of her family, the burly bald man at the center strode

Frank replied

you people? Do you know where you

take and started to regard Vicky lecherously. “Huh. I’m surprised you’re that lucky with women! Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough. You should come hang with me instead—Barney Streisand

herself, turning to glance at Frank for a moment and then at the trio. “Wait, is

of Barney’s thugs snorted. “Hey, the chick’s mocking us,

turn. “Don’t hurt her now. We’ll show her

guffawed—they were certainly in luck! They would get a taste of the

sent you? Tell me right now and I’ll hold

barked, perfectly confident since it

leapt forward, Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt a sudden

charged forward at the speed

Thud!

Thud!

two dull thuds, both lackeys

“What the—”

steps forward with his baseball club

the hell was

see Frank move—the man just suddenly turned into a