The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Chaz slapped Helen across the face, leaving her seeing stars.

"You asked for it!" he bellowed. "Take her away!"

While Helen was being shoved into a BMW, a black Maybach drove into The Dynasty's parking lot as well.

Vicky was riding shotgun dressed in a bewitching purple dress, watching Frank as she asked, "Henry Lane's funeral will be held in a few days. Are you attending it?"

"Yeah." Frank nodded somberly. "He saved my life. No matter what the Lanes did, I'll send him off one last time."

It has been three days, and he had gathered himself by now.

start talking about what they should drink,

"What the heck?"

was unusual, and her woman's intuition left

sensitive toward brands after all, and Vicky could tell that

Screech!

beside their Maybach, and the window

Chaz whistled pointedly at Frank, in a

snapped, which immediately

turned toward Vicky, raising his brow repeatedly and flirtatiously. "Forgive me for being Frank, Ms.

but I think you can mind your own business, Mr. Graves. Why don't you go back to Southstream and lap up what's left of it?" Vicky's tone was polite, but her sarcasm

slap in the face, he was not annoyed at all. "Don't worry—I'm sure you'll be begging at my doorstep