The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Elder Fango then asked mildly, "You're the symbol representing the Martial Alliance. Is it really fine for you to leave like this?"

At that moment, Silverbell knew in no uncertain terms that she was not going anywhere now, what with so much work to do and with the Martial Tournament taking place soon.

As the chief of the Martial Alliance, she must not leave Morhen unless it was absolutely necessary.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

However...

"Frank..."

Her thoughts spurred her again, and she looked up to meet Elder Fango's eyes. "This is very urgent. Please understand, I—"

Elder Fango was smiling and shaking his head before she could finish.

He did not say a word, but Silverbell knew she was staying put.

"Frank... Why does it have to be now, of all times?"

She sighed under her breath, thanked Elder Fango, and returned into the building.

While Silverbell was beset with worry, a legion of police officers had arrived in Lanecorp for investigation.

"We have nothing to do with Frank Lawrence! My daughter divorced him a long time ago!"

Gina Zonda was immediately proclaiming that there was no connection between Lanecorp and Frank, which left Helen with a bad taste in her mouth.

Still, Gina's words only left the air in the room awkward, when Helen decided she had enough and stood up, speaking firmly, "No. Frank Lawrence is my husband."

"Oh, Helen!"

Gina flinched at her daughter's

words and promptly tugged on her wrist while whispering with a quivering voice, "Don't you get it? He murdered the Zamri commissioner! A police commissioner! That's the biggest fuck up if I've ever seen one! Lanecorp would fall into pieces if you still side with him now!"

"So be it."

Helen held her head high and proud despite Gina's bewildered stare. "Frank Lawrence is my husband, and I'm his wife. I'm not getting away if anything happens to him anyway, and Lanecorp will stand with him to the bitter end!"

"Me too."

Vicky Turnbull chuckled as she strode up to Helen, winking at her and grinning. "For a moment, I thought that you'd listen to your mom again and behave like a coward!"

"Hmph."

Helen snorted but did not argue.

"A-And me!"

Winter arrived as well, tugging on her own sleeve nervously. "I trust Frank! He's not a person who would run away... I can be his guarantor!" "You?"

A police officer around Winter's age leered at her pursing his lips. "What good is the guarantee of a brat like you? These people are staking their companies or family connections. What do you have? Shoo-this is serious business."

With that, he shoved Winer out of the way.

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He was right as well—Helen represented Lanecorp, while Vicky was even more impressive, as she represented the Turnbulls of Morhen.

Winter really paled in comparison, though Kat Yego was soon snapping, "Who do you think you're mocking?! Open your eyes and look! Winter is the chief of Zamri Hospital!"