The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Hehe."

Vicky flashed a sly smile, seeing that Frank was not taking a bait.

Puffing her chest to put her prided figure in full display, she smiled. "You've been staring for a while, so don't you think it's a fair trade?

"Anyway, all Four Families of Morhen are taking part, and there's a big wager too. And I'll give you a proper reward if you win, darling..." "Frank, there's something you should—"

Even as Vicky continued to tempt Frank, Helen suddenly strode through the backyard door but stopped in surprise when she saw them. "Vicky?!"

"Oh, Ms. Lane. Shouldn't you be in the office? Did you come to catch us in the act? Well, you caught us. Hehehe..."

Frank almost gave in to Vicky's coquettish laugh just then, as he wanted to spank the minx so badly to punish her.

Still, Helen was used to it by now.

Rolling her eyes and ignoring Vicky, she looked at Frank solemnly. "The Martial Alliance is putting together a martial tournament. Every business and organization in the country has been invited, and Lanecorp is no exception.

"If the participant we sponsor has a good showing-for example, reaching the final eight-then it would strengthen our reputation and influence." Then, twirling her fingers in embarrassment, Helen continued. "So... Do you mind representing Lanecorp?"

"Nope!"

Vicky interrupted before Frank could answer. "Get in line, Helen! Frank has already agreed to represent the Turnbulls. Lanecorp should wake up from their daydreams already!"From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Eh?!" Helen looked up in surprise.

"Actually, I..." Frank began.

Vicky promptly placed a hand over his mouth before he could finish, puffing her chest again so that they jiggled under her black bikini. "Also don't you know the rules when, rules you're asking someone for

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something? Who do you take Frank for, ordering him around like that?"

"Exactly. Vicky's right-you're out of line, Helen."

Kat was clicking her tongue and shaking her head too.

"What? What rules?"

Vicky certainly left Helen confused, as she had always been preoccupied with work.

For her, Frank was her husband and the head of Lanecorp's health and safety department anyway. Should he not at least help her with this little

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Nheless, Vicky rubbed her brow and sighed, seeing that Helen did not get it.

She walked up to Helen, lifting her

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chin with a finger and asked, "What do men like the most? Do you reall not know, Ms. Lane? Aren't you going to do a little something for your husband when you're asking him for something?"

"What...? Argh!!!"

Before Helen realized what was happening, Vicky had reached out and pried open her blouse, sending her flinching.

She tried to hide her cleavage in reflex, but Vicky—who had regained a good portion of her cultivation-caught her wrists, holding her in place. "Let go of me, Vicky!" Helen snapped right then.

At the same time, Frank's eyes widened as he could see Helen's black bra unimpeded, which further accentuated the brightness of her fair skin.