The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Vicky blinked as she watched Frank drive into the parking lot without a care. "What, are you really giving up on Helen?"

Frank stayed silent as he stopped the car and alighted, making a beeline for The Dynasty.

Vicky stood in his way right then and smiled. "Still nursing a stubborn streak? Look—I consider Helen my rival, but winning like this is boring. Get back in the car already. Also, I'm interested in what the Graves family is cooking."

"Go if you want to." Frank started to stride past her.

Vicky caught him by the wrist. "Running away solves nothing. Come with me—also, you're my bodyguard, and you'll have to explain yourself if I get hurt."

Her pretty, mischievous smile left Frank nodding in exasperation—he really could not win against her.

This time, Vicky drove and soon caught up to Chaz's BMW by the junction, waiting for the light.

"Where do you think they're going?" Vicky mused.

Frank chuckled despite his frustration and

watched the BMW turn and

arms before his chest—he had long since figured

Dojo, and he was not about to

here?" Frank snorted, though he was still unsettled

they both watched

of the car and into the hotel entrance, her arms restrained by the two

smiling

"I still don't see how this is my business. I told you

just going to watch your ex-wife being defiled by that bastard, are you? Can your conscience really take

expression suddenly turned somber and she pressed a hand on his shoulder.

"What now?"

a white Mercedes driving into White Court Hotel as

in curiosity. "What is