Semua Bab The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage: Bab 1081 - Bab 1090

As they returned to their table, Will made up the excuse that he fell and had his hand stabbed by a fork on the floor, thus causing the earlier commotion.Cindy certainly could not just sit and watch, and she started to pull him along. "Come on. Let's get you to a doctor to clean that up.""It's fine," Will said awkwardly, peeking at Frank and clearing his throat. "Mr. Lawrence has already helped me, and it doesn't hurt anymore, so…"Naturally, Cindy did not trust him at all and scoffed at the idea that Frank could help. "No way! He's just some common thug—who would you rather believe, him or a doctor?! Let's go already, or you'd get an infection because of him. It'd be terrible if it leaves a scar…"Ultimately, Will had no choice but to leave as Cindy basically dragged him away.Exasperated, he nodded at Frank before he left, though Frank was taking a sip of coffee and did not seem to respond.Helen watched as Will and Cindy left, and she turned anxiously toward Frank. "Did you

Frank flashed a mischievous grin. "Let's start with 'Oh, darling, I'm scared of the dark… please don't go?'"Helen's lips parted and tried to explain herself in panic. "No, I just think we shouldn't book two rooms. It's expensive and there are plenty of drawbacks…""Hahaha…" Frank chuckled audibly, seeing her embarrassed and girly reaction.And seeing that he was laughing at her, Helen was done explaining herself and pouted as she turned away."Fine, I'll quit pulling your leg now." Frank sat beside her and pulled her into his arms, smiling. "We can stay in a room, but I'm a man of integrity—I'll properly marry you once I really settle down. There's no rush, right?"Helen was touched by the sincerity in his eyes, her lips puckering like an innocent maiden's. "And when would that be?""When indeed…" Even as he held Helen's, Frank's gaze turned distant.To be honest, he had no idea.After all, most people could hardly imagine the challenges he faced—finding his mother's murdere

Frank was driving, and when he and Helen arrived, they saw that it was actually a private garden. The venue was basically decorated as if it was for a social ball, complete with a buffet, wine, and classical music. Waiters were weaving in and out of the crowd, serving guests.Naturally, everyone present were representatives of major businesses in Zamri—even if Lanecorp was not particularly weak among them, they were nothing to brag about either.Each guest had a tag on them identifying the groups representing them, and Frank even noticed Victor Sorano from afar."Hmm…? Kallum isn't representing Lanecorp now?" an elderly man carrying a glass of red wine asked as he approached Helen just then, with a woman in her twenties linking arms with him.It was a clear case of sugar daddying—the man was in his sixties.Helen politely greeted him in turn. "Mr. Jameson from Zomber Group, yes? Your reputation precedes you. I'm Helen Lane, the new board chairwoman of Lanecorp…""Oh, you know m

Will quickly said, "Please calm down, everyone. This decision is made by those above. I'm just the head of the department and can't make the decision here—I'm afraid putting your complaints to me is pointless."That was when Will glanced at Frank, and Frank understood immediately.Will wanted to help them, but someone higher up in the pecking order meddled."Drenam Limited? Have you heard of them before?" Frank asked Helen, glancing at the fortyish Mr. Woss who did not look like a business owner at all."No. They might not exist… Even if they did, they can't be a major player," Helen said confidently.After all, she had done her homework—she could list out every company in Zamri that had some extent of influence, and she had definitely never heard of Drenam Limited.And with Helen and Kallum's wager still in effect, they could not allow the land lots to fall into someone else's hands.Frank whipped out his phone and called Trevor Zurich right then. "Yeah, I'd like you to check t

After a moment of silence, Frank said, "Discussing it over the phone is a little lacking in sincerity. Why don't we speak face to face?""Sure," Gene answered briskly, despite having to wait for that response.He was thoughtful after hanging up—the man sounded young, but he was very confident."Heh…" He chuckled self-deprecatingly.He had actually contracted the illness for over a year, even though he had kept it a well-guarded secret.At first, he only felt tired and thought his lover was just being cold, but soon felt his body wither.Then, even walking started to become taxing—and now, he could not walk unassisted, as the world would spin around him and his muscles would hurt terribly.Gene had certainly tried all he could, visiting every hospital and consulting every renowned doctor across Draconia.He also tried all kinds of medical equipment and medicine, but nothing worked—none of the doctors could give him a proper diagnosis, let alone help.Though Gene grew increasing