THE GIRLBOSS BEGS FOR REMARRIAGE - Season 5 Episode 96

Vicky led the charge into Lane Manor, her heart skipping a beat when she saw all the corpses strewn around the courtyard.

Before she could speak, she heard the gunshot from upstairs.

When she and Yara Quill made it inside, she immediately found Luna cringing in a corner and Cindy cowering with her head beneath her arms.

Jade was on the floor, having passed out, while Gina stood still, still clutching the vase.

“What happened here?!” Vicky then snapped at Gina. “Where’s Winter?!”

Gina came to her senses and appeared delighted to see Vicky even though Vicky was glaring at her.

Forcing a smile, she began, “M-Ms. Turnbull… Did you know that Frank Lawrence had another lover—”

Smack!

Vicky slapped her across the face, not about to play along to her vileness.

“Where’s my sister?!” she demanded. “If anything happens to her, you and the rest of your family are

dead!”

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Vicky’s fury left Gina stupefied.

She certainly could not say a word—Winter was supposed to be Frank’s lover! How did she become

Vicky’s sister?!

One of Vicky’s bodyguards arrived just then and reported, “We found her, Ms. Trunbull. She’s in Mr.

Lawrence’s Maybach.”

“Oh, Frank!” Vicky soon came to her senses, remembering the gunshot that sent a chill down her

spine.

She rushed upstairs without another word and found Frank doing his damndest to save an old man.

His hands were covered in blood even as he kept mumbling to himself, “I’m sorry, Gramps. It’s all my

fault. Come on, you’re scaring me! I’m a miracle worker, so I’ll definitely save you just like before. I’m

not angry, see? Please just get up.”

It was the first time Vicky saw Frank being so helpless.

She stood silently behind him, watching him work futilely for a long while before finally gently wrapping

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her arms around him. “It’s alright, Frank. There’s nothing you can do.”

Frank came to his senses at her voice and dropped all the needles he was holding on the floor, his

eyes welling up with tears. “Why. How did things turn out like this.”

“It’s not your fault I know that and I trust you.” Vicky breathed.

Despite his self-blame and misery, she pulled him to his feet and said firmly, “Come on—we’re leaving

and never coming back.”

Frank remained silent as Vicky pulled him along and away from Lane Manor—her people would sort out the mess.

The rain and thunder never stopped that night.

Frank woke up the next morning to find a petite figure holding himself in sleep for an entire night, and his nose picked up her sweet fragrance right away.

However, he was not in the mood to admire the sight of beauty in his own bed.

He got up and sat on the edge of his bed until the figure moved with a cute groan.

“You’re up?” He forced a smile.

“Yeah,” Vicky replied as she stretched her back, not minding that her silk nightgown was not hiding her perfect figure at all.

She snuggled up to Frank, wrapping herself around his neck as she mused, “I’ve never seen you looking as hurt as you were yesterday, Frank.”

Frank glanced at her without arguing, instead saying quietly, “Henry Lane was a good man.”