The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Peter, Gina, and Helen were actually curious about who Sean had just spotted.

They looked as he headed over to the large group of people at the entrance, groveling like a humble

slave.

Gina paled. “W–Who on earth are those people?”

Even Sean himself had to fawn over them!

Helen soon narrowed her eyes.

She did not recognize the rest save one–Norman Schmidt.

“One of them is the chief of Riverton’s commerce guild,” she said. “I don’t know the rest.”

Peter looked utterly envious–when could he mingle with the bigwigs like Sean did?

“Gosh,” he sighed. “He’s even on talking terms with the chief of Riverton’s commerce guild…

Amazing!”

“Wow!” Gina exclaimed and turned toward Helen with a serious look. “He’s a special man, mingling with the likes of such bigwigs. See how far his influence extends? You have to win him over soon!”

Helen was speechless. “Stop prying, Mom.”

“Why? You’re already divorced.”

“Enough. Let’s finish up here–I have to go back to the office soon.” Helen ignored Gina and started

eating.

Sean returned just then, and Gina promptly asked, “Mr. Wesley, who were those people?”

Sean appeared somber. “That’s Tidus Simmons, Gerald Simmons‘ son. With him are the chief of Riverton’s commerce guild and the master of Skyblade Dojo, while the old man is the owner of Flora Hall. It seems that Gerald Simmons is suffering from a terrible affliction and has come to consult a

miracle healer.”

“Gosh,” Gina gasped in shock. “You actually know all of them, Mr. Wesley?”

Sean scratched his head awkwardly–he knew none of them aside from Tidus.

He would certainly like to get acquainted with the VVIPS of Riverton himself, but Tidus was too busy with his father’s situation and did not stop to introduce them.

Even so, he was still smiling. “We’re just ordinary friends.”

“That’s still impressive,” Peter said. “We don’t even know any of them–talk about broadening your

horizons.”

Helen, however, was frowning in thought. “Gerald Simmons is suffering from a terrible affliction?

Even the head of Flora Hall couldn’t help? Then who are they consulting?”

Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. But it seems that Dan Zimmer was helpless too.”

Helen’s eyes widened. “There’s someone so impressive in Riverton…?”

Still, none of them dwelled on the issue.

Meanwhile, Tidus and the others arrived outside the penthouse suite and knocked on the door again.

“Come in,” Frank said from inside.

Everyone filed inside to find Frank sitting on a rocking chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

“Man’s really relaxed,” Tidus growled through his teeth. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mr. Lawrence?” Dan strode past him, greeting Frank. “Allow me to apologize on behalf of young Tidus if he had been rude. In fact, all of us are here to apologize–let us reconcile any differences, as we ask humbly that you save Mr. Simmons.”

Frank slowly rose, chuckling as he stared at the procession. “Really? I thought you were all here to beat me up.”

Dan laughed. “Surely you just. We’re all just worried about Gerald–please do help him.”

Frank simply stood, keeping his hands clasped behind his back. “That’s no issue, but why should I? Didn’t he say he didn’t need my help before?”

“Oh…Well… ” Dan and the others traded glances.

They had gone there thinking there was hope, only for Frank to drag them to the negotiation table.