THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 4 Episode 97

Frank was just feeling a dilemma when his phone rang.

Feeling the thrill of salvation, he promptly answered the call.

It was Yara Quill.

“Mr. Lawrence? Where are you right now?” she asked.

“Home. What’s up?” Frank asked.

“Actually, Mrs. Turnbull asked me to contact you,” Yara replied. “She wants to talk about Grande

Pharma.”

Frank narrowed his eyes, noting immediately that Susan Redford wanted to bypass Vicky, as she told

Yara to directly contact him.

“Where’s Vicky right now?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” Yara replied awkwardly. “She left the villa early this morning and never returned. They

want to talk to you since you’re Grande Pharma’s majority shareholder…”

“I see.”

Frank took a deep breath and said, “I’ll be right there,” even though he had no idea what Vicky was up

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to.

Hanging up, he turned to tell Helen, “Sorry. I need to leave for a little something.”

“Does it have something to do with Vicky?” Helen asked, more or less jealous when Frank mentioned

Vicky’s name.

Frank shook his head. “No–it’s her mother who asked to see me. I don’t know what it is about, but it

sounds urgent.”

“Oh, okay.” Helen pursed her lips, though she could not help being surprised even as she wondered

what Vicky’s mother thought of Frank.

Yara was waiting at the front door of Turnbull Villa when Frank arrived in his car.

Hurrying to him as soon as she saw him, she said, “Mr. Lawrence, you’ve finally arrived…”

“How bad is it? Are there any details?” Frank asked, keen to find out anything before going inside.

Yara shook her head. “I don’t know anything, but Vicky’s parents and Neil Turnbull are here with this

black–clad man.”

Frank frowned–he thought it would be a meeting among the Turnbulls, but having someone else

changed things.

“I’ll go take a look,” Frank said and headed inside Turnbull Villa.

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He entered the drawing room to find Walter Turnbull, Susan Redford, Neil Turnbull, Cliff Dixon, and

other bodyguards.

Seated on the main chair was a middle–aged man with a commanding presence.

“Oh, Mr. Lawrence!” Walter hurried to Frank’s side when he saw him, delighted.

“Mr. Turnbull, why was I asked to come so urgently?” Frank asked in curiosity, sitting down beside

Walter.

Water was left scratching his head awkwardly, and it was Susan who answered, “I heard you were

given 40% of Grande Pharma shares. Is that true?”

Frank nodded right then. “That’s right.”

Susan inhaled deeply, “That’s why we called you here to hand over those shares. Naturally, we will pay

you for it.”

Frank did a double take.

So they were just after his shares!

Still, he smiled. “Well, I’m sorry, Mrs. Turnbull, but I can’t give you those shares.”

“Frank Lawrence! Do you think you’re one of us?!” Neil slammed his hand on the table as he bellowed.

“Vicky’s the one who did all the work in founding the company! And you get 40% shares just because

you had a recipe?!”