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.

knew it. The time for Lane Holdings

–

Frank had woken up early to

find that it was Vicky, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of jeans, giving

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

the same about you. What’s the matter?”

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

“I’ll pass.”

was about to close the door when Vicky caught it, “Please, Mr. Lawrence. It’s my father’s invitation, and you can at least show your face since you saved my life!”

social event, he

“In that case, let’s go.”

parking lot, and Vicky opened the car

in, however, he stopped as he noticed a trio of

in

“Trouble.”

the trio too and

burly bald man at

replied coolly.

you people? Do you know where you are?”

Anyway, your boy’s going to be crippled soon enough. You should come hang with me instead—Barney Streisand will make it worth

turning to glance at Frank for a moment and then at the trio. “Wait,

“Hey, the chick’s mocking us,

“Don’t hurt her now.

get a

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

Keep talking—beat him up already, boys!” Barney barked, perfectly confident since it was

Vicky tactfully took a step back and felt

had charged forward at the speed of

Thud!

Thud!

both lackeys were sent

“What the—”

had barely walked two steps forward with his baseball club

hell was

turned into a blur, and Barney’s lackeys were promptly sent