The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

"Frank's not interested." Helen immediately stood between Gina and Frank, staring fixedly at her mother as she snapped, "I know what you're planning to do, but you made your bed, so sleep on it. Don't think about dragging Frank into your mess!" "Why do you always side with others?!" Gina snapped at her in frustration. "I would be dead if I can't sell that land! Shouldn't Frank do something if he wants to marry my daughter?!" "Frank gave you a ruby, but you had to lose it!" Helen retorted, mentioning old grudges as she refused to let her family bother Frank.

"That's... different!" Gina retorted, clearly lacking confidence but soon steeling herself and snapping, "We lost the ruby, but that's in the past! You're my daughter, and your position is different now as you control both Lane Holdings and Lanecorp. That's not to mention there's that luxurious farm resort making you millions everyday! Shouldn't Frank pay a dowry if he wants to marry my daughter?!" Despite Gina's obvious inflation of the price, Frank remained calm, even appearing to accept her unreasonable demands as he asked, "So you're not going to bother Helen anymore if I buy the land?" "Stop it, Frank! Don't play to their tune!" Helen held up a hand to stop him, reading his mind just from his tone.

"Yes! I swear on my life!" On the other hand, Gina promised right then. "If you help us with this mess, I'll formally acknowledge you as my son in law, and I won't ever bother Helen! Cindy!" Then, she turned toward Cindy, giving her a look to show that she was telling the truth.

"I won't bother you and Helen again if you help Aunt Gina..." "Good." Frank strode past Helen and walked up to Gina. "I'll buy the land off your hands, but you must hold up your end of the bargain and stay in Riverton. Don't try anything funny ever again." "Yes, yes, yes..." Gina nodded repeatedly in delight as Frank agreed to her request

thought that the money would ultimately end up funding Peter's gambling habits left her sick in the stomach. "Why can't you just listen?! Whatever, I don't care anymore!" she huffed, stamping her feet and turning

beckoning to Frank to

notdike you, Frank. Come, have ale..." Cindy caught her cue, but she did not have the skill