The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 

Vicky had no intention of letting Helen get frisky with Frank, leaving him speechless. 

Still, he quietly moved to the driver’s seat and drove to Verdant Hotel, where he quickly carried Helen to his room. 

Behind him, Vicky was still holding up Gina and asked, “Hey, what about this one?” 

“Take her to another room,” Frank replied flatly. “I’ll tend to her later.” 

Vicky pursed her l*ps. “Trying to send me away? Dream on!” 

She looked around, locking on to a bellboy and snapping, “Over here, kid!” 

The bellboy promptly ran up to her and asked respectfully, “Yes, ma’am. How can I help?” 

Vicky whipped out a stack of hundred dollar bills and shoved it at the bellboy. “Get a room for her and let her settle in–do that, and the money is yours. If anything bad happens, you’ll be held responsible. 

The bellboy’s eyes widened–it was the first time he had been given such a generous tip! 

Nodding repeatedly, he said, “Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll take good care of the lady.” 

With that, he took Gina off Vicky’s hands, while Vicky promptly turned to run into Frank’s room. 

Frank was just putting Helen in bed, her gaze seductive now that her usual haughty was gone. 

As she repeatedly brushed her cheek against Frank’s arm, Vicky asked, “What on earth did Sean drug her with? It’s so effective.” 

Frank rolled his eyes. “You’re a woman too. You can leave–there’s nothing to see here.” 

Vicky shrugged. “Exactly. I’m a woman, not an idiot.” 

Frank ignored Vicky and leaned forward just then, holding Helen’s hand and reaching for her clothes just as Vicky strode up to him. “What are you doing?” 

“Acupuncture. That means clothes off,” Frank replied. 

Vicky pouted. “I’ll do it. 

“Then hurry,” Frank urged. 

Vicky quickly undressed Helen, though she also groped Helen’s breasts. “Passable. But still not my level, I’m afraid.” 

That was when Helen suddenly got up, catching Vicky off guard–wrapping herself around Vicky, she jammed her l*ps squarely on hers! 

Vicky shoved her away right then, snapping in disdain, “Eww! I don’t swing that way–get off.” 

Frank rolled her eyes and drew out a needle. 

Vicky held out a hand. “I’ll do it.” 

“Can you really?” Frank asked skeptically. 

“I know my martial arts and basic acupuncture,” Vicky replied. “Just tell me where to insert the 

needles.” 

Frank thought about it, and handed over the needles to Vicky. “Put the first one on the abdomen. The next will be on the nape…. 

Soon, after just five needles, Helen appeared a lot less aroused, leaving Vicky clicking her tongue in wonder. “You’re quite something.” 

“Ya think?” Frank was speechless. 

Vicky giggled and suddenly asked, “So, who is the fairer between us?”