The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



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. "Let me go, Vicky!" Helen snapped.

It was just so embarrassing that she could hide in a hole just then, and her cheeks flushed despite her usual girlboss composure.

"Yeah, Vicky. Don't let her go... I mean, let her go... We can discuss the martial tournament later..." Frank said, feeling his juices flowing and almost bleeding from the nose as he watched the two beauties tussled.

The mole on Helen's breast was especially captivating as it jiggled while Helen struggled, and then there were Vicky's long fair legs...

"Stop... lookin!"

Helen was seething, snapping at Frank since she could not beat Vicky.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Oh... Okay," Frank replied stiffly but did not turn away.

"I'm angry now, Vicky!"

Helen was sweating profusely as she still could not shake off Vicky.

Vicky giggled and nibbled her ear. "Oh, are you getting angry? That's a look I haven't seen before, so why don't you show me now?!" "Vicky!!!"

The two ladies continued to tussle for a while.

In the distance, Kat was staring at Helen and Vicky's chest, her expression frigid when she touched her own.

"Tch. This is such a bore. I'm leaving." She huffed and stormed off.

Meanwhile, Vicky continued to torment Helen for a while before finally letting her go. Exhausted, Helen was left kneeling in front of Frank's pool lounger and wheezing. "Vicky!" she snapped as she looked up, glaring at Vicky fixedly as if she could skin her. She did not care that her blouse was still open-Frank had seen everything anyway. "Oh, don't get so upset!"

Vicky kept giggling. "I'm just teaching you about fair trade. No pain, no gain!"

Her smile left Helen clenching her knuckle-she was just so vile!

In reality, Helen felt slightly inferior

to Vick after the misunderstanding

she

Bad with Frank over Huubeli?

Droitner.

She decided that she could play second fiddle, even made up her mind not to compete.

As such, she really did not

et

understand what Vicky was doing e she had already won-she

kept

teasing Helen, provoking hercand harassing her.

Somehow, it was as if the status quo was restored.

And Helen would never willingly lose to someone like Vicky!

Glaring at Frank just then, she snapped, "Y-You're not allowed to help Vicky!"

"Why?"

Vicky giggled in disdain. "He's not all yours. What gives you the right to order him around?"

"B-Because..." Helen was seething too much to answer just then.

Still, her cheeks flushed as she finally realized that Vicky had torn open her blouse.

Hiding

at Frank and snappedet

he was peeking!".

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