The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 7

Peter was not afraid at all and poised a fist as he snapped, “A good-for-nothing like you talking back to me?! I’ll straighten you out for my sister’s sake right now!” 

That was when Frank suddenly kicked him in the gut, sending him flying like a bullet. 

“Argh!” Peter’s girlfriend turned pale in panic and scrambled to his side. “Are you alright, darling?!” 

Nearby, Vicky was smiling coolly. 

Trying to lay a finger on Frank? The brat certainly was brave. 

That being said, she was more curious about the ‘Helen’ Frank mentioned. 

“Damn you…” Peter’s face contorted from the agony in his stomach—it felt like his guts would spill out! 

Glaring darkly at Frank, he growled, “H-How dare you hit me!” 

Frank remained calm and composed. “I won’t press the issue for your sister’s sake. But now that I’ve cut ties with your family, I’ll kill you the next time you mess with me.” 

Peter actually flinched from the murderous intent in Frank’s eyes and swallowed all the obscenities at the tip of his tongue. 

Instead, he wheeled on Vicky and snapped, “What are you doing?! I’m a guest here, and that man hit me! Aren’t you the lobby manager?! Do something!” 

Vicky did a double take and soon shook her head exasperatedly. 

So she looked like a lobby manager to him? 

In that case, she could play that game one time. 

Beckoning at the security guards, she said, “Get him out of here.” 

“What are you doing?! Let me go! I’m from the Lane family!” Peter screamed hysterically. “This isn’t over yet! Just you wait!” 

“The Lane family? Hadn’t heard. Even your grandpa would have to be watching his manners around my presence,” Vicky scoffed in disdain. “And you’re certainly nothing to me. Throw him out.” 

With that, the two security guards promptly threw Peter out of the entrance like he was a bag of rubbish, leaving him falling flat on his face. 

“If he comes to cause trouble again, you have my permission to get physical,” Vicky told the staff before turning to Frank. “Apologies, Mr. Lawrence. You have my word that this will never happen again.” 

Frank shook his head. “No, this wasn’t your fault.” 

Vicky smiled and nodded. “Shall we go to your room?” 

She led him to the elevator and escorted him to his penthouse suite, and she left with Yara after getting his contact details. 

Frank went to stand before the glass wall overlooking Riverton. 

While he did not expect to divorce Helen after three years, he had accomplished his mentor’s bidding. 

And now, it was time to fulfill his own plans. 

Just then, Frank’s phone started ringing, and he whipped it out to see that it was a call from Henry Lane, the head of the Lane family. 

He hesitated to answer, unsure if Henry was aware of his divorce with Helen. 

He eventually answered, however—regardless of how the other Lanes would belittle him, Henry still considered him his grandson-in-law. 

“Hello, Gramps. How’s it going?” Frank asked. 

“Hey, Frankie!” Henry exclaimed cheerfully from the other end. “Where are you right now?” 

“Me…? I’m out running an errand at the moment. Is something the matter?” Frank asked in return. 

He could tell from Henry’s tone that he did not know about the divorce, so he did not mention it. 

“I see… You and Helen should come by my place this evening. I have good news!” Henry said excitedly. 

Frank’s heart skipped a beat. “Actually, Helen’s really busy lately,” he said gingerly. “How about another day?” 

“Oh, she’s never busy,” Henry laughed. “I’ll call her myself later. I doubt she’d say no—just come by when you’re done with your errand.” 

Frank took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be there when I’m done.”