The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 12

Sean was immediately annoyed by Vicky’s words. “Come on now, beautiful. Give me a little credit.” 

He was the heir to the Wesley family, and she told him that he did not compare to a piece of trash like Frank? 

However, Vicky merely snorted in disdain. “Why should I?” 

Sean pursed his l*ps, his veins bulging as he clenched his knuckle. “Let me give it to you straight—that brat doesn’t even have a job! Why else would Helen divorce him? What can he offer you?! He’s not even that good looking.” 

Vicky simply glanced at Frank and shrugged. “Mr. Lawrence only needs time. He just needs a month, and surpassing your family would not be out of the question.” 

“Haha! You’re really funny!” Sean laughed. 

Starting from nothing and beating his family in a month?! Dream on! 

Vicky smiled in return. “I’m not being funny. Why don’t we make a bet? If Mr. Lawrence surpasses your family in a month, you’ll go down on your knees and apologize.” 

Sean narrowed his eyes, his interest piqued. “What if he doesn’t?” 

“Then I’ll get down on my knees and apologize,” Vicky replied nonchalantly. 

“Deal,” Sean promptly said, as if worried that Vicky would renege. 

Frank narrowed his eyes at Vicky just then and turned to head inside the banquet hall. 

She was making a mountain out of a molehill, and he was not about to get involved in their squabble. 

“Wait, Mr. Lawrence…” Vicky quickly chased after him and caught his arm. “I just put my bet on you. Shouldn’t you fight a little for my sake?” 

“I’m not interested in your gambit,” Frank replied flatly. 

“So you’d rather let me kneel in front of that pig?” Vicky moaned with a wounded look. 

To anyone else, they looked like they were flirting. 

“Frank, can I talk to you?” Helen suddenly asked. 

“You can say it here.” 

“In private. Just the two of us.” 

Frank chuckled coolly. “Forget it. I’d rather not get gossiped about.” 

With that, he turned to leave without looking back. 

Helen was actually surprised that he was so cold—he would do his utmost to fulfill any request before no matter how small it was! 

Vicky smiled pointedly in turn. “It seems that Mr. Lawrence isn’t interested in talking to you! Perhaps you should give up and focus on securing that project with the Turnbull family.” 

Helen gritted her teeth. “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

Vicky shrugged and flashed a confident smile. “Actually, I’m really worried that you won’t get it and humiliate yourself instead.” 

With those words, she turned and went after Frank as Helen looked on. 

She was actually despairing inside and clenching her knuckles but unable to vent her indignation. 

Frank never even looked at her, let alone explain anything about the woman with him. 

Had he already forgotten about their three years worth of marriage? 

Nonetheless, Sean walked up to her confidently just then. “Don’t worry, Helen. I’ll have that woman apologizing on her knees in a month.” 

Surpassing his family in a month?! How delusional! 

Helen stayed silent, however, as she had the nagging feeling that something was out of place. 

Her confident smile and cool poise was stuck in Helen’s mind. 

She was unable to carry herself with such aplomb given this occasion—was she really just some whore?! 

“I have a bad feeling about this…” Helen murmured. 

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Many business elites were already gathered in the first banquet hall of Verdant Hotel. 

And being the protagonist of the night, Vicky certainly could not stay with Frank. 

“Please have a seat, Mr. Lawrence. I will be back after I’ve greeted some guests.” 

Frank shook his head. “Just do what you have to. Don’t mind me.” 

He started eating without a care—he had never met the other business elites, so he had no reason to talk to them. 

That was when Helen, Gina, and Sean entered. 

Many business elites promptly approached them, offering toasts.