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.

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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.

The time for Lane Holdings

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the penthouse suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when someone knocked on his

find that it was Vicky, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans, giving her a sharp appearance thanks

smiled. “You’re quite the early

same about you. What’s the matter?”

you a tux—I mean, you’re not attending it in

“I’ll pass.”

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 could not say no since it

that case, let’s

down to the parking lot, and Vicky opened the car door for

he noticed a trio of

asked in

“Trouble.”

trio too and

a rival of her family, the burly bald man at the

Frank replied coolly.

people? Do you know where

with women! Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough. You should come hang with me instead—Barney Streisand will

a moment and then at the trio. “Wait, is

of Barney’s thugs snorted. “Hey,

“Don’t hurt her now. We’ll show

two thugs guffawed—they were certainly in luck! They would get a taste of the good stuff

Tell me right now and I’ll

Barney barked, perfectly confident

a step back and felt a sudden gust

had charged forward at the speed of

Thud!

Thud!

thuds, both

“What the—”

barely walked two steps forward with his baseball club and was already left gaping.

hell was

just suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney’s