The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

Frank chuckled. “Why would they be jealous? I’m not a fellow suitor.”

“That’s true.” Yara conceded and sighed. “But Vicky has a fiance too. Are you sure he won’t get the wrong idea? Moreover, he’s the heir to the Lionhearts, an important family in Morhen—that man is known to be ruthless, made evident with certain suitors for Vicky disappearing under mysterious circumstances.”

Being Vicky’s bodyguard, Yara was naturally privy to certain secrets.

She would rather not see an amazing martial artist like Frank get himself killed. That was why she was being nice and warned him—there were others in Riverton who could destroy Frank aside from the Lionhearts.

“Hmph.” Frank snorted with a look of disdain. “I’m fine as long as they don’t provoke me. If they do, they’ll find themselves less lions than lambs.”

Yara gulped.

That was certainly a bold claim, though she wondered if Frank could remain so when the Lionhearts really came for him.

Either way, she had nothing to add after saying that much.

–

Early next morning, Helen had just woken up when she got a call from Sean.

“Good news! Mr. Turnbull’s daughter fully recovered yesterday!” he exclaimed.

“She did?!” Helen was immediately excited.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect the panacea cap to be so effective.” Sean laughed. “You are now the savior of the Turnbulls’ heiress, Helen!”

Helen was certainly thrilled—Lane Holdings had nothing to worry about now that the Turnbulls owed them a favor!

Breathing out lengthily to quickly calm herself, she said, “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Wesley.”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Sean replied with feigned modesty. “It’s what I ought to do—by the way, remember to properly prepare for the banquet tonight at Verdant Hotel, and the project will definitely be yours.”

“Yes. I’m counting on you, Mr. Wesley,” Helen said, and hung up.

She could hardly hide her excitement and almost started skipping around on her bed.

Lane Holdings

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suite of Verdant Hotel, Frank had woken up early to meditate when

a leather jacket and

off her shades, she smiled. “You’re quite the early bird, Mr. Lawrence!”

say the same about you. What’s

banquet here tonight. I’ll get you a tux—I mean, you’re not attending it in your

“I’ll pass.”

to close the door when Vicky caught it, “Please, Mr. Lawrence. It’s my father’s invitation, and you

attend a pointless social event, he could not say

that case,

to the parking lot, and Vicky opened the

he noticed a trio of

asked in curiosity, noticing his

“Trouble.”

the trio too and frowned.

of her family, the burly bald man at the

replied

snapped, “Who are you people? Do you

and started to regard Vicky lecherously. “Huh. I’m surprised you’re that lucky with women! Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough.

a moment and then at the trio. “Wait,

thugs snorted. “Hey,

eyes in turn. “Don’t hurt her now. We’ll

They would get a taste of the

quietly, “Who sent you? Tell me right now and I’ll hold back.”

boys!” Barney barked, perfectly confident since

lackeys leapt forward, Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt

charged forward at the

Thud!

Thud!

dull thuds, both lackeys were sent flying.

“What the—”

forward with his baseball club and

hell

did not even see Frank move—the man just suddenly turned