THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 4 Episode 60

As Robert sighed in disappointment, Yara actually thought his words made sense.

Who knew if she perhaps really had a shot?

Meanwhile, Vicky told Frank as she drove, “There’s really more to you than meets the eye, Frank.”

Frank smiled. “What do I have to hide from you?”

“Don’t even start. You know who Hans Schnee is and his position. Why was he absolutely respectful to

you?”

“I saved his father before,” Frank replied flatly.

“I don’t believe you.”

Frank shrugged. “Can’t do anything about that.”

Vicky wanted to hit his face right then. “Fine, then one last question–can you hold against the elites of

Morhen?”

your own

“Who, those pushovers? The Four Families of Morhen are no match for me at my peak,” Frank

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declared confidently.

“That’s pushing it, don’t you think?” Vicky shot him another skeptical glare.

The main branch of her family was one of the four, and she had met the martial elites from each family.

Those geezers‘ strengths were eerie, to say the least.

On the other hand, she would think the world of Frank if he could actually stop one of them… but he

was saying that he could take them all on?

“Like I said, at my peak,” Frank repeated just then.

“Tch.”

Vicky clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, convinced that he was boasting.

Still, they soon arrived at Carol Zims‘ house.

Winter and Carol had both eventually decided to move into Skywater Bay after Frank persuaded them

to.

After all, he claimed he was protecting them now that Flying Sword Sect was destroyed, but there

definitely would be stragglers waiting for their chance for revenge.

Early next morning, Vicky headed to Grande Pharma’s office, and her secretary hurried to her as soon

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as she arrived at the office. “Ms. Turnbull, Helen Lane from Lane Holdings is asking to see you.”

“What for?”

“I’m not sure,” the secretary replied. “But we’ve just completed all transactions with Lane Holdings for

the West City project, and she asked to see you soon after.”

Vicky smiled–she had an idea why Helen was there.

“Show her in.”

“Yes, Ms. Turnbull,” the secretary replied and left.

Helen entered soon enough, and Vicky greeted her warmly. “Long time no see, Ms. Lane. Please take

a seat.”

Helen wore a white camisole under a black cropped jacket, matched with a pair of loose leggings.

She rarely put on makeup, but she had some on now. One could call it feminine rivalry, as she would

do so whenever she had to meet Vicky.

“I came to hold up my end of our bargain,” Helen said bluntly.

Vicky had agreed to stop paying Frank’s bills, if Helen could pay her 200 million.

And with the project finalized and the revenue finalized, Helen came to her with a check of that amount.

Vicky took the check, studied it and sighed. “I’m surprised–you’re really willing to pay this much to bail

Frank out?”

Helen frowned. “That’s my money, Ms. Turnbull. You don’t get to tell me how to use it.”