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

–

of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when someone knocked on his door.

leather jacket and a pair of jeans, giving her a sharp appearance

she smiled. “You’re quite the early bird, Mr.

about you.

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

“I’ll pass.”

my father’s invitation, and you can at least show your

event, he could not say no since it was Mr. Turnbull’s

he said, “In that

parking lot, and Vicky opened

got in, however, he stopped as he noticed a trio of

asked in curiosity, noticing his pause.

“Trouble.”

the trio too

burly bald man at the center strode up while glaring at

replied coolly.

are you people? Do you know where you

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

the trio. “Wait,

snorted. “Hey,

hurt her now.

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

Frank asked quietly, “Who sent you? Tell me right

talking—beat him up already, boys!” Barney barked, perfectly confident since

his lackeys leapt forward, Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt a sudden gust behind her right

had charged forward at the speed of light!

Thud!

Thud!

dull thuds, both lackeys were sent flying.

“What the—”

himself had barely walked two steps forward with his baseball club

the hell was

suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney’s lackeys were promptly sent