The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Gina then told Helen, “I guess Mr. Zurich still cares about us.”

Peter nodded as well. “Yeah. Even the Turnbulls came–Mr. Zurich must have sent them.”

Just then, Sean arrived and said, “It’s alright now, Helen. It’s all over.”

“Get out!” Helen snapped as she glared at him viciously. “I don’t want to see you!”

She became thoroughly disgusted with him after learning that he was just a liar.

All her successes turned out to be thanks to Trevor, not Sean! Even if Trevor stopped partnering with her for a while, who else could the person Vicky mentioned be?

Trevor must have spoken to George Turnbull and allowed her to win the invitation to Tender. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She should have known–Sean was in no place to influence the Turnbulls!

“Oh, calm down, Helen,” Gina reasoned. “Mr. Wesley didn’t help much, but his heart was in the right

place.”

Even if Gina was also upset with what Sean did, his family was rich, and having their backing was still good enough.

Sean was glaring at Helen in turn.

He almost had her while giving nothing in return, but Finn’s meddling left everything going south!

“Fuck, I was so close…” he swore under his breath as he strode off.

The ambulance soon arrived.

Helen and her family got in just as Frank stepped out of The Dynasty, his jacket dyed in blood.

Trevor and Vicky were standing by the ambulance, and they hurried to him when they saw him come

out.

“Are you alright, Mr. Lawrence?” Trevor quickly asked.

Frank shook his head. “I’m fine. Finn Chandler got away, though.”

“Don’t worry, sir,” Trevor assured him. “I’ve sent my people after him.”

Frank nodded. “I’ll go check on Helen now-”

“Uh…” Trevor moved to stand in front of Frank, intercepting him even before he managed a word.

“What?” Frank frowned, having a bad feeling seeing Trevor’s reaction.

Trevor promptly threw his hands up. “N–No! It’s just a little scratch. She’s safe, though.”

Vicky joined in. “S–She needs the hospital. Maybe you should let her rest.”

Frank could certainly see that they were being weird and growled, “Move.”

“Mr. Lawrence…”

Trevor tried to give Frank a head’s up, only for Frank to snap, “I said, move.”

With that, Trevor tamely moved aside, while Frank strode to the ambulance.

He saw Helen in the ambulance and took off his jacket, ready to give it to her. “Helen…”

Helen looked up in reflex, and as their eyes met, Frank saw the long gash on her face!

He dashed up to her. “Helen…”

Helen became agitated right then and promptly threw her hands up. “W–What are you doing?! S–Stay away!”