The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



While Frank was not giving away anything from his expression, his repeated efforts to interfere or delay the inspection appeared to everyone as evidence of his guilt.

However, they did not know Frank was doing everything on purpose, because this incident was just too malicious.

If they had not been lucky enough to find out about the fake pills planted in the storeroom, these bastards would have really been able to bring down Zamri Hospital.

While Frank and Winter had to keep secret the gas attack yesterday to protect the reputation of Zamri Hospital, they must stop Yannick this time.

That geezer knew the hospital inside out after working here for decades, and if they let him go again, he would be back with another attempt. When that happened, they might not be this lucky either.

That was why Frank was insistent on involving the Zamri commissioner-after all, he had his men come in force over a mere rumor, and it would humiliate him if the rumor was proven false.

And when that happened, he would make someone his scapegoat, and it went without saying who it would be.

Nheless, Fredo was chuckling in a corner, as if he had already won. "Hah! I can see that you're just trying to buy time, brat! Don't worry-the commissioner himself sent his man, and that means that he really considers this a serious issue. If proven false, he'd certainly make amends to Zamri Hospital."

He was merely going through the motions, since he really could not imagine that they would lose.

It had been less than a day since Yannick made the switch, and there had been virtually no witnesses.

Frank was just dragging his feet, clearly proving that he was insecure.

"Are you done?!"

Yannick snapped coldly, "If I'm lying, I'll kowtow to you on the spot, and you can decide my punishment!"

"Good." That was exactly what Frank wanted to hear.

"Let's go!"

Yannice flashed a smug smirk at Frank and led his men out to the storeroom.

Winter looked around and followed, leading several security guards from the hospital with her.

After they were all gone to check the

storeroom, Fredo sneered as he turned to Frank. "Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Lawrence-a househusband who somehow

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managed to take over Lanecorp then Zamri Hospital... tut, tut. You've even impressed me." Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank shot Fredo a puzzled look in turn-was that brat just running his mouth, or did he really not know who Frank really was, considering him a normal househusband?

"That reminds me. Ms. Helen Lane, the head of Lanecorp..."

Fredo gestured with both hands as he gesticulated with a sleazy grin. "She has the face of an angel and the figure of a demoness... What a treasure!"

"And why are you telling me that?" Frank asked, impassive.

"Huh? I thought you'd know..."

Fredo did a double take, staring at Frank in confusion for a moment just as his grin broadened. "I'm

trying to say that everything you have will soon change hands."

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"Heh. You really should keep your sleep-talking in your dreams."

Frank's calm retort left Fredo doing a double take.

He narrowed his eyes and could not help feeling doubtful when he saw how unaffected Frank was.

Could Frank be prepared for this? But how?!

Glancing worriedly at the direction of the storeroom, Fredo started to get restless.