The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Gina promptly pleaded to Sean, “Please, Mr. Wesley! Tell Mr. Chandler that we had nothing to do with Leo’s death!”

“Yeah! Weren’t you the one who had him killed?” Peter chimed in. “And you know people from the governor’s office, don’t you? What’s there to fear about them?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Haha!” Sean laughed out loud, not bothered to keep up appearances just then. “How stupid can you be?! Fools! If I could pull strings with the governor’s office, I would own Riverton already!”

Gina was stupefied–she always thought Sean was influential enough to neutralize Leo. “What? You didn’t call the governor’s office? Then who did?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Sean snorted.

Helen was frowning just then. “Were the Ichor Pills you gave my grandfather real?”

“Oh, those were just vitamin pills,” Sean scoffed in disdain. “Cost me just twenty bucks, so it’s hilarious how your entire family treated it like treasure.”

“Please, Mr. Wesley, y–you have to help us!” Gina cried even as she shuddered. “You helped Helen get that project from the Turnbulls, didn’t you? Even if you don’t care about us, you should care about Helen!”

Sean laughed again as he shook his head. “Hehe… The West City project? I would’ve taken it if I could!

“That has nothing to do with you?” Helen gasped in surprise.

“No!” Gina cried in disbelief. “We were there when you called your father to talk to George Turnbull!”

Sean was clutching stomach even as he guffawed. “Honestly, calling you people fools is putting it lightly! Did you think my father held sway over a bigwig like George Turnbull? I don’t mind telling you, though–Frank Lawrence was the one who killed Leo, so tell us where he is, and Mr. Chandler here just might spare you!”

He was not about to get caught in the crossfire now that Finn wanted revenge against Frank and the

Lanes.

It was a shame that he would miss out on Helen, but she now belonged to Finn–Sean would certainly never dare to lay a finger on her now.

If anything, cutting ties with the Lanes is the best policy!

On the other hand, Helen was totally disappointed.

To think she was convinced that Sean stood up for her every time she was in danger… to think that she was even moved to tears!”

“We don’t know where Frank lives!” Gina cried right then. “Helen divorced him so long ago. We don’t

even know the man!”

Finn, however, walked up to Helen and grabbed her by the chin. “You’re Helen Lane?”

“Yes, she is,” Sean quickly said.

Finn nodded in satisfaction. “Well, you do have me where Frank is. You’ll walk

the looks–How tall away with your life, or even everything you want.”

“Kill me if you want,” Helen said, her tone calm and her expression neutral. “I caused all this. It has nothing to do with Frank.”

“Haha! It seems you’re really attached to him!” Finn laughed. “I love people like you who show spine.

but how long would that last?”

He whipped out his butterfly knife right then and pressed it against her cheek. “Last chance. Talk, or you’re losing your pretty cheek.”

Helen looked downward in fear at the blade and struggled, but the two burly goons behind her held her firmly in place!

“Helen, just tell him,” Sean said softly from behind Finn–the way he saw it, Frank was not worth losing her beauty for!

Helen simply glared at him in disdain before spitting on Finn’s face!

“You’re brave.” Finn pursed his lips and pressed his knife firmly, cutting a gash over Helen’s face! “Argh!!!”