The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Eron appeared utterly reluctant even as he called a servant to bring the Earthen Dragonheart.

Frank checked it thoroughly as he took it.

It was a herb that grew in the hostile reaches of the far west, devoid of sunlight.

The stem and root bore a striking resemblance to dragons, hence the name.

Naturally, Frank’s apprehension eased when he confirmed that it was the herb.

Eron saw the look on his face and growled coolly, “It’s not rightfully yours, brat. Don’t believe for a moment that you’d be able to hold on to it.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s not up to you to worry, Mr. White. See you around.” Frank thought nothing of his threat and had intention of lingering in his presence a second longer.

“I’ll walk with you, Mr. Lawrence,” Kim quickly said.

As she personally escorted her outside the Creek Orchard residence, she suddenly bowed. “I’m. really sorry about what happened today, Mr. Lawrence.”

Frank studied her and found the look of worry on her fair cheeks.

He said, “It’s not your fault. You don’t have to apologize.”

Still, Kim was tugging on the hem of her white dress. “Are you going to hold a grudge?”

“What for?” Frank asked in confusion.

Kim breathed a long sigh of relief as she smiled. “Okay, then. But will we see each other again?

Frank saw the look of attachment in her eyes and was instinctively distant. “We will if there’s a chance.”

And with that, he nodded at her in farewell before driving away.

Still, a call from Vicky arrived as soon as he got in.

“Yes, Ms. Turnbull?”

“Oh, nothing much… I just heard about you procuring another one of the Five Elemental Wonders. Is that true?” Vicky asked in curiosity.

“It is,” Frank replied honestly.

“Well, congratulations. By the way, will you be free in a couple days?”

“Yes, but what do you have in mind?” Frank asked in return.

“I just missed you, y’know?” Vicky purred shyly. “Just asking you out for a… heart–to–heart.” “Then forget it,” Frank teased.

“Hey, can’t you be a bit more sensitive?” Vicky huffed from the other end. “Fine–let’s talk shop instead. There’s a banquet tomorrow, and I’d like you to attend it with me.”

“What banquet?”

“One held exclusively for the heirs and heiresses of Riverton,” Vicky said half–heartedly. “It’d be boring if I had to go alone. Please keep me company.”

“Fine, just send me the address,” Frank nodded.

He hung up and started to drive back to Skywater Bay when a couple of figures caught his attention.

Frank stopped his car and took a closer look.

Was that not Marian Henley and Fred Lawrence’s boss?

And yet, they were snuggling up to each other even as they entered Hilton Hotel.

“Ah…” Frank gasped, realizing how big a cuckold Fred was made just then.

He would like to just walk away, but after some thought, decided that it would be unfair to Fred.

After considerable thought, he extracted the footage of that pair going into the hotel from his car’s dashboard camera.

Then, he called Trevor Zurich, asking him to inform Fred of the fact anonymously while Frank kept his hands clean.

With that done, he stepped out and took a seat on the bench to wait for Fred–he really doubted that Fred could take this lying down.