The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank frowned–Helen had asked Vicky for help?

So that was why Yara showed up!

However, before he could tell her about Yara and Vicky, Helen pushed him away.

He quickly caught her wrist. “There’s a misunderstanding-”

“Save it. You can stay with Vicky Turnbull as a dog.” Helen shook him off and stormed off in disgust.

Gina shot him a look of disdain in turn. “I don’t mind telling you that Helen called Ms. Turnbull, but

she didn’t care if you lived. But my daughter still found sympathy in her heart to beg Leo Grayson –

you wouldn’t know what killed you if not for her!”

Rolling her eyes at him, she left with Sean, who was all smiles since he was the happiest person

present.

On the other hand, Frank was left standing there, conflicted.

He was actually surprised that Helen had gone to Leo to beg for his sake–he had really been severe.

However, she was already gone, leaving him alone standing on the curb in the cold night.

After a long while, Yara stepped out of Skymex Club and noticed Frank.

Seeing that he appeared a little weird, she promptly went up and asked, “Are you alright, Mr.

Lawrence?”

“Yeah,” Frank said, nodding and composing himself. “By the way, have you found the person I asked

you to find?”

“Yes, but there are dozens of people named Winter Lawrence in Riverton,” Yara admitted. “Do you NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

have further details?”

Frank shook his head, but remembered his mentor’s age. “She should be around 22 and from a single family without a father. Please keep checking with those details.”

Yara nodded. “Of course. Shall I give you a ride home, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank shook his head again, since he could walk back to the hotel. “No, I’m fine on my own.”

Early next morning, Gerald had a cigarette between his lips as he read the newspaper at his residence.

A servant arrived, saying, “It’s time to take your medicine, sir.”

Gerald nodded, taking the pill the servant handed him and washed it down with a glass of water.

Seeing the pill bottle reminded him of Frank, and he even took a deep puff of his cigarette. “Hmph. I have a coronary artery disease?! How laughable.”

The servant was smiling beside him–Gerald had been really upset about that yesterday, ranting as

soon as he came home.

Having heard what had happened, he nodded in agreement. “An ignorant youth like him wouldn’t know medicine. Even if he did, would he ever beat Mr. Zimmer?”

Gerald sighed, actually feeling grateful to have Dan Zimmer’s help. “Thank goodness we have such a great doctor in Riverton–he must have extended my lifespan for another decade.”

Suddenly, he felt a pang of agony on his chest, and his breaths turned rushed as he fell off his chair.

His lungs felt like they had been stabbed!

The servant paled right then and promptly went to help him up. “Mr. Simmons! A–Are you alright?!”

However, Gerald’s face was purple and he had trouble talking!

The servant promptly shouted, “Get Mr. Zimmer now!”