The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Countless rich and powerful individuals and groups arrived, with hundreds of prestigious cars lining the parking lot outside Graves Mansion. Naturally, there were many others forced to park by the curb.

Chaz was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair combed neatly as he stood and received all the guests filing through the parlor.

Naturally, he was only greeting the top elites of Riverton—his retainers would handle the modest families and small business owners.

Even as he appeared bright and pleasant, raising his champagne flute to salute the guests around him, one of the servants came to him with a report, "Everything's in place, sir... but the Salazars didn't send anyone, citing unforeseen circumstances."

Chaz shrugged. "Never had much hope in Donald Salazar anyway."

"That's not it, sir," the servant said, before leaning in to whisper into Chaz's ear, "The Salazars' factory was retaken by Kurt Stinson. At this point, they have no leverage for a partnership with us. though someone from Mr. Stinson's side has since made contact with us."

I'm fine with partnering with anyone, as long as the

Mr. Graves." The servant nodded

"Mr. Graves, Frank Lawrence was at Lane Manor two

guts to come good on his word! This is my house, and I've assembled every

crushed his champagne flute. "We'll settle this once

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grandly decorated room, Helen was sitting before the dressing

eyes welling up with worry—she had been fretting that he would really come ever since

and there was no hiding

facing the Graves' wrath, for