The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"No!"

Gina's face fell at Helen's word. "Going back to Laneville now? You'd be going straight into the lion's den-you're never making it out! Do you think that Fleur Lang would just let you go?"

Helen sighed. "But if I don't, they will kill Granduncle "

"Enough."

Frank strode up just as mother and daughter argued, glancing between them. "I caused this in the first place-Hardy Xinder reached out to Corpsedale to get back at me, and Corpsedale reached out to Southstream Lanes. That said, I already have an idea how to resolve this issue. Both of you just have to play along..."

"Frank..."

Helen's eyes flickered at him.

He pulled her into his arms, chuckling as he understood what she was thinking. "I'm your darling, so there's no need to stand on ceremony. And I've put in blood and sweat for Lanecorp too-we're never giving it up willingly to Fleur Lang, don't you think?"Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Helen finally laughed after scowling for a while, while Gina sighed emotionally as she watched them, feeling troubled as she once again remembered her prejudices against Frank.

Still, she could not help adding, "Madam Yimmel is not one to be trifled with, Frank. You must be careful."

Frank was actually surprised by Gina's concern but soon smiled confidently. "Don't worry, I won't let harm come to either of you as long as I'm around."

Then, turning to the unconscious Jade Zahn, he said quietly, "She's in your care now. I need to leave for a while, so just make sure that she doesn't do anything drastic."

"Yeah." Helen nodded firmly.

Fleur's cheek was still hurting as she stepped outside Lanecorp Tower's main entrance, and she beckoned for one of her bodyguards. "Yes, Madam Lang?"

While the bodyguard was Fleur's

close ally, he was too afraid to even snap at Frank when Frank attacked Fleur something which left Fleur seething.

And knowing that he messed up, he was utterly respectful.

"Go search Gable's body and see if he has the medicine with him," Fleur growled, clutching her cheek.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The bodyguard hurried away immediately, fighting against his heaving stomach to search the mess of blood and guts that was Gable Lane.

After all, Gable was no martial artist, and that was the only outcome possible when Frank kicked him out from so many floors above.

Still, when the bodyguard eventually returned to Fleur, he reported, "He didn't have it with him, Madam Lang."

"Damn it!" Fleur cursed, not

heartbroken at all that her own son

was dead, only that he was so

incompetent that he could not even

bring her the medicine.

"Frank Lawrence most likely took it," the bodyguard suggested hesitantly.

"Mooks! Pricks!"

Fleur sobbed into her palms, before looking up, her eyes flashing viciously. "You will pay for this, Frank Lawrence!"

That was when a Lincoln limousine stopped by the curb.

Jon Lane Gavin Lane's second son-alighted. "Madam Lang? What are you doing out here? Dad's saying that Grandfather fell sick, and he's

asking you to head back right away."

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