The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 9

However, even if Henry was willing to accept him, his family was not. 

It was as if his marriage with Helen was a family affair and not between just the two of them! 

“No, Gramps. I think this is it,” he said, and left without looking back. 

Henry wobbled and almost fell. 

Helen reacted quickly and hurried forward to catch him, and she found that his eyes were unfocused as he muttered repeatedly, “It’s over… It’s all over… It’s the end for my family…” 

Helen was left miffed by his words. “What are you talking about, Grandpa? To tell the truth, Sean went out of his way to help me build a partnership with the Turnbulls earlier today. Our family would rise to stand among the elites in Riverton.” 

“Hah!” Henry scoffed coldly. “That Sean Wesley whom Frank was talking about?” 

“Exactly,” Helen replied. 

“He’s not even worth a fart compared to Frank,” Henry growled as he stormed back to his room, having no mood for dinner anymore. 

Helen sighed as she looked on. “What delusions did Frank feed him, honestly?” 

“Who cares?” Peter chuckled. “This suits us just fine—we don’t have to hide your divorce from him now.” 

He was certainly feeling gleeful—without the old man’s protection, there was nothing stopping him from getting back at Frank! 

Helen shot him a look, and asked, “Who’s that woman with Frank? The one you mentioned.” 

“I don’t know,” Peter replied, scratching his head. “But she’s seriously beautiful, like one in a billion…” 

Helen frowned. “More beautiful than me?” 

Peter’s words left her insecurity gnawing. 

She definitely did not hope for Frank to have another woman at his side, especially one who was more beautiful than she was! 

“H-How do I put it…,” Peter was suddenly stuttering. “You’re a natural beauty, while hers is attained through technology, I guess” 

Despite what he said, Vicky’s face was stuck in his mind constantly—her beauty was far beyond comparison, especially with those ladies at the nightclub he frequented! 

The thought left him fuming, however, as a good-for-nothing like Frank did not deserve the company of such beauty! 

On the other hand, Helen was clearly satisfied by what Peter told her. 

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It was very late when Frank returned to Verdant Hotel. 

When he did, he found a Rolls-Royce parked outside the entrance with a woman wearing a windbreaker leaning against it. 

Upon a closer look, it turned out to be Yara, Vicky’s bestie cum b*dyguard. 

Noticing Frank just then, she hurried toward him. “Mr. Lawrence…” 

“Hello, Ms. Quill. Is something the matter?” Frank asked as he studied her. 

She had a small round face, and her eyes were a bright blackness. Her dark hair was left disheveled in the wind, as she had clearly been waiting for him for some time. 

She was a few inches over five feet, though she still appeared dainty in front of Frank. 

Her fingers were interlocked and she kept fiddling with her thumbs, and she kept her head lowered, stammering for a long while but unable to say anything. 

Frank chuckled. “You may speak frankly.” 

Yara looked up awkwardly then. “O-Okay… Can you teach me the technique you taught Vicky?” 

After all, Yara herself had personally experienced the power of Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker. He also treated Vicky, thus proving that there were shortfalls in the traditional version of the Boltsmacker. 

Naturally, Yara wanted to learn the improved version as well, but unlike Vicky, she was no prodigy who could learn a new technique with a single look. 

“Oh, that.” Frank smiled. 

Yara promptly whipped out a debit card. “I will make it worth your while, Mr. Lawrence. There’s 500,000 in here—the PIN is six zeros. It’s all yours.”