The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Cliff asked, “Should I call in more people from the capital?”

Vicky thought about it. “Nope. The Salazars are nothing as long as we have Frank around.”

Most importantly, she did not want to ask her uncle’s side of the family to send their people. It was a sign of weakness, and she would end up being passive when she returned to the capital.

“Very well.” Cliff nodded and turned silent.

They headed to the hospital and got Cliff the best doctor to mend his bones, while Frank got a deposit of two million dollars.

After they left, Vicky asked, “Are you busy at the moment, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank shook his head. “Not particularly.”

“Why don’t we have a drink tonight with the money we collected?” Vicky smiled. “There’s a new joint called The Dynasty that just opened in West City. I have a good feeling about the place.”

Beside them, Yara scratched her head. “My dad’s asking me to go home tonight, so I won’t be joining.

She could tell Vicky only wanted Frank around, so she should not be third–wheeling.

“Tonight… I…” Frank murmured.

He was actually not interested in such premises, but Vicky cut him short before he could refuse. Come on, Mr. Lawrence–don’t be such a killjoy, especially with a beauty like myself inviting you.”

Frank nodded, seeing that she was especially enthusiastic, while he had no reason to refuse.

The Dynasty was exceedingly lively in the evening, with men and women hitting the dance floor and venting their pent–up vigor. It just so happened that Helen and Lane Holdings‘ young executives were having fun at the booth seats on the second floor too.

“Ms. Lane! Lane Holdings is going to make it big now that we’ve secured the West City project!”

“For sure. That’s all because Ms. Lane is a great leader…”

As they showered her with endless flattery, Helen smiled and raised her glass. “It’s all thanks to everyone’s hard work. Let’s drink to Lane Holdings‘ strong growth as a local competitor!”

After everyone chugged their drinks, Gina poured Helen another glass. “Of course, it’s all thanks to Mr. Wesley that we got the project. Here–offer him a toast.”

Helen was repulsed by her mother’s constant groveling, but she smiled and raised her glass

nonetheless. “Thank you, Mr. Wesley.”

“It’s nothing, Helen.” Sean smiled and chugged his drink. “What’s mine is yours now. Just tell me if you need anything.”

“Ahem!”

Helen choked a little, drinking a little too fast just then.

“Are you alright, Helen?” Sean asked in concern.

Helen promptly waved him off. “I’m fine…”

Gina continued groveling just then, “Oh, Mr. Wesley. I still have to thank you for saving Helen before. Honestly, Rocco McCoy was so rude! Helen gave his dad an Ichor Pill, but he locked us up in a room!”

Helen frowned just then and asked Sean, “Mr. Wesley, how do you know Mr. Zimmer?”

She felt suspicious after what happened before–Sean claimed he was the one who sent Dan Zimmer, but Dan clearly denied it.

Even if her mother kept insisting it was Sean, she had to get to the bottom of this.

Sean’s expression stiffened, clearly picking up on Helen’s wariness from her words.

Still, he quickly came up with an excuse and said, “Actually, I don’t know Mr. Zimmer–my father does, and it was also my father who called him.”

“See?” Gin

“Gina promptly said. “I told you Mr. Wesley was helping us!”

Helen smiled awkwardly in turn. “Oh, I see!”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.