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.

for Lane Holdings

–

at the penthouse suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when

was Vicky, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair

her shades, she smiled. “You’re quite the early bird, Mr. Lawrence!”

about

tonight. I’ll get you a tux—I mean, you’re not attending

“I’ll pass.”

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

frowned. Even if he was reluctant to attend a pointless social event, he could not say no since it was Mr. Turnbull’s

said, “In that case, let’s

the parking lot, and Vicky opened the

he stopped as he noticed a trio of men hurrying

in curiosity, noticing

“Trouble.”

noticed the trio

the burly bald man at the center strode

Frank replied coolly.

Do you know where you

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 will make it

for a moment and then at the trio. “Wait, is this everyone you brought? You really think

snorted. “Hey, the chick’s

her now. We’ll show

would get a taste of the good stuff all thanks to Barney!

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

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

back and felt a sudden gust behind her right then!

at the speed of light!

Thud!

Thud!

dull thuds, both lackeys

“What the—”

with his baseball club

the hell

move—the man just suddenly turned into a blur, and Barney’s lackeys