The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Everyone promptly ran to the doorway, but Frank was nowhere to be seen. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Only Tidus was there, clutching his arm and wobbling as he hurried back.

“Tidus? Where’s Frank?” Kenny promptly asked.

“No. That pompous bastard said my father’s thorax was maimed during his youth and was already nearing death,” Tidus growled through his teeth. “He demanded that my father go to him personally -I was going to argue, but he dislocated my shoulder!”

“What?!” Kenny exclaimed furiously. “He’s so full of himself! I’ll bring him here myself!”

“Hold it!” Dan suddenly barked and ran right up to Tidus. “What did you say? How does he know about your father’s injury during his youth?!”

Tidus did a double take. “No, he’s just spewing crap. My father never mentioned anything like that…‘

Dan sighed lengthily. “Actually, it did happen, but he had supposedly made a full recovery. Also, only he and I are aware… Not even Vicky Turnbull would have known!”

Everyone traded glances at that.

Frowning, Norman suggested, “Does that mean that the kid is really as good as he claims?”

“It seems like we need to go with him this time,” Dan decided right then and barked orders for everyone to bring Gerald along to Verdant Hotel to see Frank.

Seeing that they were leaving, all of Gerald’s visitors followed…

Meanwhile, Sean and Helen left Turnbull Tower, having just signed the contract for the project in West City.

Helen breathed a sigh of relief as she stared at the agreement in her hands.

“I’ve made a reservation at Verdant Hotel,” Sean said just then. “Now that we’ve secured the project, you can call Peter and your mother over to celebrate and take a breather.”

Helen nodded. “Yeah. It’s finally over.‘

She had indeed been working too hard for a while and needed a break, which was why she did not turn down his invitation.

When they drove over to Verdant Hotel, Gina and Peter were already there, having waited for a long while.

And the instant Gina saw Sean, she promptly greeted him. “Oh, Mr. Wesley! Thank you for helping us secure the West City project!”

“Oh, you give me too much credit,” Sean said with feigned humility, his eyes fixed on Helen. “Helen’s my friend. It’s what I should do.”

“Such is loyalty,” Peter said, holding up a glass with one hand since the other was bandaged. “Here’s to your good health, Mr. Wesley.”

Sean clink glasses with him and both of them chugged their drinks whole.

Just then, the front entrance of Verdant Hotel opened wide as Tidus and everyone else filed in.

It was certainly a scene of pomp that left Sean and the others stunned -that was the son of Gerald Simmons, the Chief of General Affairs!

Sean rose to his feet, ready to greet the man, only to be left stupefied when he saw the others behind

him.

It was the chief of Riverton’s commerce guild, the leader of Skyblade Dojo, and Gerald Simmons himself on a wheelchair.

W–What was going on? Why were the bigwigs of Riverton suddenly here at Verdant Hotel?

Sean then whispered, “I think I just saw a familiar face. I’ll go greet him.”

Helen and the others naturally did not stop him.