Helen was even more busy after being appointed as the head of the Lane family, disappearing for an entire week while re-

establishing contact with Trevor Zurich.

Nonetheless, she suddenly showed up at Frank's hilltop mansion in Skywater Bay one day, dragging him away from the dining

table and shoving him into her car to ride shotgun.

"You're coming withto Zamri," she said as she handily started the car and drove off, as Winter Lawrence and everyone else

looked on in confusion.

"Zamri? Why?" Frank asked, not quite coming to his senses.

"I'm loaning you from Vicky," Helen said, throwing him an agreement and a ballpoint pen and instructing him curtly, "You'll be the

and my personal bodyguard. Just sign there and

as he stared at the stuff on his lap in wry amusement. "What are you up to, my dear Ms.

own death warrant here, and can | say

Helen snapped, exceedingly pushy and jamming her foot on the gas pedal without even looking

it's a public execution

me..." Frank muttered under his breath, finally drawing a blush

attitude.

messing around. | need your help,

he flipped through the agreement nonchalantly and suddenly realized

dollar salary.

indignation. "Now, now, Ms. Lane. You're rich, and you're only paying your husband

be really discouraged with such low

signing it, Helen sighed exasperatedly. "You're just a department head—that salary is

standard market value. | can't bend the rules... and my

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