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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1081-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.

"Con. 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 scommon 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 just—" Frank nodded, admitting to it right then. "Don't worry. He's not going to bother you anymore." Helen remained flustered. "That's not all, Frank.

He made copies of vital documents from my laptop. If Lanecorp's rivals get their hands on those files-" "Don't worry. He wouldn't dare," Frank replied, finishing his coffee while flashing her a reassuring smile.

Seeing that, Helen could only nod despite her misgivings-Frank had never let her down, after all.

After finishing lunch and leaving Grand Coast Hotel, Frank remembered to call Vicky Turnbull and warn her.

Vicky was actually surprised by the news, since the Lionhearts had been unexpectedly calm in Morhen-there were no signs they were getting ready for war.

"Could you have made a mistake, ne Frank?" She giggled, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder while working. "Uncle Glen's just called, saying that Titus' father dragged him to Turnbull Estate and apologized-there were even talks of repairing relations." .ne Frank was silent for a while as Helen watched, but he said staunchly, "Either way, just be prepared. You don't have to tell your uncle, but prepare for the worst nonetheless. At the very least, make sure that you and your parents are safe," S "Got it." Vicky nodded, feeling somber as well since Frank was not joking at all.

After hanging up, Frank called Trevor Zurich and Burt Yorkman He could strengthen security at Riverton just for his peace of mind. S "What is Sif Lionheart up to?" Frank remembered that he and Ciaran Zobel-his fellow apprentice from Mystic Sky Sect-had worked together to set a trap on Sif.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1082-After Frank swiped the room card and opened the door, he was left stunned to find that it was a room with a single deluxe bed.

He turned stiffly toward Helen, who shrugged as she strode inside. "Someone booked the presidential suite, so I had to make do with a deluxe twin. Don't worry, the hotel's conditions are…" She was stunned when she saw that there was only one bed in the large room too.

"Heh. Well…" Frank scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly.

Helen could see something in his smile that left her blushing, and she groaned.

"This shouldn't be… I remembered telling Cindy to get a twin bed room…" She stored out and asked one of the attendants outside, who apologized. "Sorry, Ms.

Lane, but we didn't have the tto inform you earlier. You were previously assigned to Room 506, a deluxe twin room. However, there was a sudden government inspection, and we had to re-assign you. Your secretary agreed to it, so…" Helen flushed even as she returned inside, biting her lip awkwardly while sliding a glance at Frank, who was pretending to read a newspaper.

Their eyes met, and both quickly turned away.

"Well, I've been busy," she grumbled exasperatedly, rubbing between her brows.

"There's so much to sort out since morning, so I forgot. I gave Cindy express instructions, but she couldn't even do one thing… She's just so unreliable."

Despite her complaining, anyone looking closely might see a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Frank cleared his throat and put down his newspaper. "Well… I'll just get another room." He moved toward the door, but Helen suddenly caught his wrist, leaving him turning around in confusion. "Oh, wait…" Helen was certainly embarrassed with what she did, but her body moved before she knew it.

After hesitating for a while, she smiled awkwardly. "I've already asked, but they're fully booked." "Fully booked?" Frank exclaimed in surprise, and wrinkled his brow. "Then I'll go to another hotel…" "No!" Helen sprang to her feet and realized she had just lost composure after seeing Frank's eyes widen in surprise "Y-You're my personal, bodyguard… If someone attack'swhile you're away, that's negligence! I'll deduct your salary!" "Pfft…" Frank snickered at her unreasonable excuse.

"Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?

Helen snaChapter 108pped, more ice girl just then than the een girlyoss, SW "Actually, you he Xight." Frank rubbed his chin and chuckled "Though l'd rather nd chuckled. the speak from "What are you talking about?" Helen flinched, staring at him in surprise.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1083-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 murderer, the faction that masterminded the fall of Mystic Sky Sect, and the truth that his own father had been hiding from him.

It was a gloom that kept Frank in stasis, preventing him from actually promising Helen anything.

In fact, he had no confidence that he could remain unscathed in the future.

And if anything were to happen to Helen, it was on Frank for involving another person and for causing himself further regrets. Having another attachment in his effort to make progress was not really ideal.

"Let's make a promise, Helen!" He smiled nonetheless. "When I establish a sect, that would mean I've settled down. When that happens, I'll do my best to have twenty kids with you." S Helen flushed right then. "No way! What am I, a sow?!"

"Hahaha…" Frank laughed heartily but kept the next part unsaid since he did not want Helen to jump to her feet.

"If I die, you must forget aboutand find someone else who really cares about you, and lead a good life." His smile turned bitter, because he could vaguely feel it.

There was almost no way he could get revenge, not when it was the behemoth that the Lord of the el ne Southern Woods-his father could not even hope to challenge. S Moreover, he was just drifting around like a headless housefly, not even knowing who his real enemy was.

After spending the entire night training, Frank opened his eyes early the next day.

He turned, watching in exasperation and regret at the woman who lay?!

beside him breathing rhythmically as she slept.

A man and a woman in a single room? And a defenseless, beautiful woman like Helen, who somehow looked like she was looking forward to something? No average Joe could have withstood the temptation, whiche was why Frank fled the hotel early in the morning, running over thirty laps and took a cold bath to finally calm We value your privacy We and our partners stare androadcess information on a device, such as cookies and process personal data, such as unique identifiers and standard information sent by a device for personalised advertising and content, advertising and content measurement, audience research and services development. With your permission we and our partners may use precise geolocation data and identification through device scanning. You may click to consent to our and our 1424 partners' processing as described above.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1084-If this happened again, Frank might really be unable to hold back—it was sheer torment! Helen woke up early too and walked to the window, straightening her hair as she watched Frank run laps downstairs. Her gaze was at once tender, amused, and also disappointed.

Over the next week, Frank was basically staying at Helen's side at all times, ready to deal with possible attacks and reprisals. Still, Lanecorp was easier to manage than expected-the corruption plaguing the company seemed to be cleared in a week, and various operations were up and running.

As the leader, Helen naturally gained the admiration of all board members and shareholders.

Naturally, it was also thanks to her powerful backer-how could they still stand against her when she could collect a debt from Victorget? Meanwhile, Kallum was still confined in his own office, the very look of dejection but still refusing to concede defeat.

"Don't worry, Helen!" Cindy exclaimed smugly as she sat beside Helen in her office. "My darling Will toldthat he gave Lanecorp's tender the highest score.

Attending the tender today is just a formality. We'll definitely get all five land lots!" "Really?" Helen asked skeptically, glancing at Frank.

He nodded and smiled. "Most likely." "Hey!" Cindy pouted unhappily because of Frank. "It's all thanks tothat we have this in the bag, Helen! Why would you ask him? What would he know?" Shooting Frank a look of contempt, she muttered under her breath, "Stealing people's credit and bootlicking… How despicable."

"Cindy!" Helen snapped, frowning.

"Oh, it's fine," Frank said, unconcerned.

In reality, it was thanks to Frank that Will would secure the bid for Lanecorp-they really stood pool nea chance otherwise, and Helen would be left with a huge mess. S These days, Will was basically telling Frank everything, including the fact that Kallum had contacted him not to pass the review of Lanecorp's tender.

Content belongs to ŚwWill had agreed to Kallum's request, but soon after delivered the recording of their conversation to Frank.

Even now, Kallum was convinced that he was going to win.

et He was certainly going all out to topple Helen, even promising Will the astronomical sum of 500 million dollars, with 300 million dollars already paid up front. S Will had no reason to say no, though he soon returned the money to Helen.

Cindy was still smug about that, convinced that it was her accomplishment, bragging about it constantly.

Gina would call Helen, showering praise about how Cindy was smart and competent, leaving Helen exasperated.

If Frank was a secretary too, that would make three.

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The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1085-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 Zamrieven 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 me?" The old man was taken aback, since he knew everyone who was rich and important in Zamri.

He did not recognize Helen, however, but she recognized him.

"Of course I would have heard of you." Helen smiled. "You're one of Zamri's Three Bears, and you're so famous that I've heard of you even back in Riverton…" She was clearly adept to the occasion, quickly making smooth conversation with the old man and changing his opinion of her. Naturally, he was leering sleazily at her, but Helen did not care.

Having socialized with strangers for years, she had certainly learned how to hold her own.

Moreover, there were occasions where she had to admit that beauty was a god given advantage.

Just then, the woman with Mr.

Jameson walked up to Frank, smiling as she clinked glasses with him.

"Hey, handsome. Your girl's getting real close with other men. Don't you get jealous?" S "Of course not." Frank returned bluntly with a smile. "I'm actually beside myselfwithjoy that she's so amazing." "Urgh, you're no fun," the woman said, though her red lips were cuding up dangerously.

"Anyway, there's this masquerade ball where only the bigwigs of Zamri are invited. Twin Lions Hotel… Are you interested?" "A masquerade ball.".

Frank was mystified-why would she suddenly mention smasquerade ball?" The woman then leaned in to whisper into Frank's ear, "Since everyone has a mask on, they can do whatever they want with anonymity."

She then blew a puff of air into Frank's ear-it tickled, but Frank was as calm as a cucumber.

He even smiled as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry… ma'am? Not really interested in dancing or balls. I must apologize but I have te turn down apologize but I have te turn down your invitation!" "Tactless." The woman snorted, though she paused a few steps away before turning around again to wink at Frank. "Twin Lions Hotel. Remember." Frank frowned, actually curious since she mentioned the hotel again.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1086-Helen caught Frank and asked jealously, "What were you telling that woman?"

"What?" Frank did a double take-was she always this jealous? Still, he chuckled after sthought. "She was invitingto smasquerade ball." "A masquerade ball?!"

Helen scowled, certainly aware of what that meant. "So? Did you say yes?"

"Why don't you take a guess?" Frank chuckled and quickly fled into the manor.

"Hey!" Helen exclaimed, flustered.

Still, she soon calmed down-she knew Frank, and that he would never go near such places.

After all, he did not take advantage of her even when she was…

Helen flushed, her cheeks burning when she remembered that night.

"Hmph!" She snorted before hurrying into the manor as well.

The manor was filled with people, and everyone was watching one person closely.

Naturally, it was none other than Will Zeller.

He stood on the stairs in his black suit, holding a microphone in one hand and a document in another.

"Everyone, please settle down," he said. "Thank you for coming despite your busy schedules. Our department has reviewed the tenders everyone submitted, and I will now be announcing the successful tenders." That was when Will inadvertently spotted Frank, and he paused for a moment before shaking his head subtly at him.

"Hmm?" Frank was puzzled-was there a problem with Lanecorp's tender?

"Alright, for the first land lot…" Will paused, averting his eyes from Frank as he turned toward another man downstairs, holding out a band and smiling. "It will go to Mr. Woss of Drenam Limited!" S "What?!" Frank was left stunned by the announcement.

It was not just Frank either, as the other Zamri bigwigs were shocked too.

"What the hell is Drenam Limited?

Never even heard of them!" "Yeah, are they even a local business?!" What the heck? gassingloff smajor land deeds to smeasly company?" Helen was taken aback, but shook her head exasperatedly soon enough. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted Cindy-" "Wait.

Something's wrong," Frank said.

He looked at Will, who seemed to be deliberately avoiding Frank's gaze.

Will then looked downward at the crowd and quickly continued, "And bet now, for the second land Igtmie o to Mr. Wosg of Drenan Limited!"

"What?" "You're being bribed, aren't you?!" goes Hearing that the second land lot went to Drenam Limited too, the Zamri bigwigs were immediately outraged and protested loudly.

They had never even heard of Drenam Limited before this, and they took two land latslin an nistant? it was dertainly a joke, as even Zamris local giants could not best them!

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1087-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 this company called Drenam Limited… It's probably a construction company."

Meanwhile, an exasperated Will called for calm from upstairs.

"Please, everyone-settle down! Anyway, I hereby announce that the third land lots go to… Mr. Woss of Drenam Limited!"

Pandemonium ensued.

The Zamri bigwigs would have been fine with a fellow major player taking the land plots. But who could stay calm when every land lot was given to some small company they had never even heard of?!

"This is too much!"

"What the hell are you playing at?!"

"Exactly!" One of the bigwigs turned toward Mr. Woss right then and snapped, "Mr. Woss, mind telling us who you actually are, and who's behind you?"

Mr. Woss simply smiled and never answered the questions.

Ring…

Frank's phone vibrated just then, and he answered.

"I've got said.

Lawrence," Trevor the Sidonimited is a subsidiary owned by Gene Pearl.net richest man of the East Coast."

"Gene Pearce?" Frank exclaimed, taken aback.

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence. He's quite rich, and he's been expanding his businesses into Zamri recently."

"I see…" Frank breathed a sigh of relief, as he actually thought for a et t that the Lionhearts et of Sif were getting involved. S That would certainly complicate things.

recover."

"I see."

Frank smiled, as Trevor's information gave him an idea.

Illness? That certainly made things easier.

Frank would have trouble finding a solution immediately if it was something else, but illness was his expertise.

If Gene was willing to buy land and build a mansion for the sake of his health, he woullf certainly not mind giving it up too!

And if Frank cures him, Gene would definitely not be stingy when he asked.

With that in mind, Frank tugged on Helen's hand. "Come on. It's pointless to stay here."

"We're leaving?" Helen exclaimed, puzzled. "There are two more land lots."

Trevor then added, "By the way, Mr.

Lawrence I've found out that Gene recently bought and built a mansion irf ZamriY Reard that he's ill and needs a proper place to rest and restand

Frank then explained, "I here are live land lots on lease, but Kallum Gaetz asked for three, Were ohe short either way." Helen frowned and sighed. "So… we're giving up?"

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1088-Helen frowned and sighed. "So… we're giving up?"

To be honest, she really did not want Kallum to win, but this was an impossible task and she should not push herself.

"Of course we're not giving up." Frank smiled and nodded at Helen. "I have an idea. Just head back to Lanecorp and wait." "Really?" Helen was skeptical, but since Frank had put it that way, she could only nod and tell Frank not to push his luck. After she drove away, Frank stretched his back. "Alright, now let's go meet the richest man on the East Coast."

He left the mansion and took a cab at the main street and told the cabbie, "Grand Coast Hotel."

It was the same hotel where he and Helen were staying.

"Hello?"

The balding Gene Pearce answered the phone at the living area. He was wearing a bathrobe, and despite being the richest man of the East Coast, he was clearly in bad shape, with his face and lips showing blackness.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Pearce. There's a young man named Mr. Lawrence who's asking to see you."

"See me?"

Gene reclined against his arm chair, looking out through the window at the cityscape of Zamri and snickered, "So you're saying anyone gets to see me just because they ask? Tell him that he's lucky I'm not upset, and show him the door."

With that, he hung up.

However, the phone rang again in less than five seconds, leaving Gene scowling as he picked up the phone, "What the hell? I said I don't want to see anyone! Do you-"

"Haha, Mr. Pearce…" A young man's voice spoke from the other end.

Gene paused, somehow finding the voice familiar.

Hence, he mustered what patience he had, asking with a frown, "You're the one who asked for me? Who are you?"

"Hehe. You don't know me, but I can help you with my illness."

viteve.net Gene scrambled off his chair at Frank's offer, his eyes suddenly sharp. My illness is a well-kept secret, my friend. How did you find out?"

"I have my sources, naturally," Frank replied, sitting down behind the front desk and glancing at the two receptionists he left unconscious on the floor. "Also, I'm aware that you've been buying many land lots to build mansions where you could test and recover, or am I mistaken?

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1089-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 workednone of the doctors could give him a proper diagnosis, let alone help.

Though Gene grew increasingly discouraged, he still did not lack money as the richest man of the East Coast.

He tried his luck abroad, but the results were the same.

It was a mark of dishonor for any doctor to fail in diagnosing their patients. And since Gene was not an average Joe, none of them tried to throw him shoddy diagnoses, or things would end badly for them if they were caught.

Hence, after a year of being tormented by his illness, Gene came to the despairing conclusion that no one could cure him-or diagnose him, to be precise. Content belongs Everything from his organs, blood, and brain were all normal, but he could feel himself growing weaker by the day.

As such, he began to seek other unorthodox methods of healing, including shamanism.

That was when even the fearless snake oil salesmen showed up, with one suggesting that his deceptional ways as a businessman required penance, by buying a ton of land and building fonts of cleansing Gene was certainly desperate and started to buy land everywhere on the East Coast just to try it out.

After all, his life was at stake.

In fact, he did not care if he was losing money, even spending billions to buy the five land lots in Zamri.

Naturally, his efforts went

unimpeded even if Will had tried his best to help Frank stop his tendet, he was notking more than a

government official reviewing net?

tenders. The final decision was not up to him at all.

As such, all five land lots fell to Gene's possession.

The doorbell of the presidential suite jingled, and Gene coughed ang m rasped at the direction of the door, "Rory.. Please answer the door…

"Okay," a cool feminine voice spoke.

The lady in a red dress soon strode up and opened the dopy, and shen froze, where she saw who was at the door. "You're… huh?!"

Ding dong.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1090-Frank was surprised too.

After all, he did not expect to find Rory Thames, the top singer Draconia whom he had a small quarrel with during the opening ceremony of his farm resort, here.

Frank could remember that occasion like it was just yesterday, so there was no mistaking it.

Rory clearly recognized him, too, and promptly snapped at him, "Who told you to come? Get out!"

She swung the door, ready to shut it in his face, but Frank caught it with one hand.

He was not interested in Rory, but he was not about to let an opportunity slip through his fingers either.

Smiling, he said, "Ms. Thames, I'm here to treat Mr. Pearce's illness. Don't you think it's impolite to chase me away right now?"

"Treat Mr. Pearce? Really?" Rory snorted but she gave up on shutting the door, seeing that Frank was holding firmly to it.

Taking a couple steps back, she folded her arms before her chest as she huffed, "I know that you're Grande Pharma's consultant, but someone like you, giving my darling a house call?" "Of course "

Before Frank could finish, a frail voice called out from the living area. "Do you know that young man, Rory?"

"I guess," Rory pouted and snorted, clearly hostile towards Frank.

"Oh, an acquaintance. Well then, come over… young man," Gene said, coughed intermittently.

Frank could tell from his cough alone that Gene was utterly enfeebled and probably would not last more than a couple of days.

"What, are you still going to stop me?" Frank chuckled, since Rory still stood in his way.

Rory snorted again, but turned and left.

Frank soon strode into the spacious living area, where Gene was reclining on an armchair by the curtain wall.

Behind them, Rory stood silently at a corner, her fingers clenched as she stared fixedly at Frank, clearly a little nervous.

It took Gene some effort to look up at Frank, and shook his head in disappointment. "Urgh… So young…"

Frank walked up to him, smiling, "Hmm? Could you be doubting my ability to cure you because of my youth, Mr. Pearce?" Gene tried his best to laugh, and ended up coughing as well. "Haha… May I have the pleasure… your name?"

"Frank Lawrence, at your service," Frank smiled.

"Oh, Frank Lawrence… Wait, Frank Lawrence?!" Gene looked up at him in shock, suddenly spirited.

"Certainly," Gene gulped and smiled.

"I've consulted Abel Loggins of Morhen, and he mentioned you. Не thinks mos? highly of you, and claims that you'd definitely be able to cure this oddness plaguing me."

"What, you've heard of me, Mr. Pearce?" Frank asked.

Frank raised a brow. "Really? I didn't know."

Gene chuckled in turn. "Mr. Loggins said he troubled you plenty, and was therefore afraid to asklagain. He stiggested that I visit you in Riverton instead… I just didn't expect to run into you here.

joke, so I didn't think that you're actually this young. Oh, this must be fate!

Ihen, his tone became solemn as he continued, "Mr. Logging told melnot to undepestimate you despite your youth. I thought it must be some