The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

It was only then that Helen noticed the camera above her, with a red bulb flickering repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Vicky continued, “To be honest, I really don’t want to give you the Western Project. It’s therefore a shame that someone doesn’t want Lane Holdings to fall apart, and I can’t do anything about that–so come by Turnbull Tower in a couple of days to sign it.”

Helen, however, could not bring herself to celebrate despite being told she had the contract.

Instead, she was snappy as she demanded, “Spying is a bad habit, Ms. Turnbull.”

In the security room, Vicky merely giggled. “I can find out how many times you used the ladies‘ room in a day if I want. I’ll let it go this one time, so watch out if you badmouth me again.”

Beep, beep, beep-

As Helen quietly hung up, Gina asked in confusion, “Who was that?”

“Vicky Turnbull.”

Gina’s eyes promptly lit up. “Really? What did she say?”

“She told me to sign the contract at Turnbull Tower in two days,” Helen replied exasperatedly. “She

said that someone doesn’t want Lane Holdings to fall apart.”

Though the contract was now escured, she felt like she was dancing to Vicky’s tune!

“Wonderful!” Gina almost leapt out in excitement and turned toward Sean. “Thanks for calling your dad, Mr. Wesley! We wouldn’t have gotten the contract so easily otherwise!”

Helen forced a smile too. “Thank you for this, Mr. Wesley.”

After all, the person Vicky mentioned had to be Sean–he had supported her all this way, and who else had what it took to change Vicky’s mind?

“Huh…”

Sean, however, looked utterly perplexed–he knew full well that it was not his father James, since he did not have that much power to do so.

Still, who cares who actually did it? This was now his accomplishment!

“Haha!” He laughed smugly right then. “It’s really nothing.”

Seeing that he was brazen enough to accept the Lanes‘ gratitude, Frank scoffed ruthlessly, “Does Vicky giving the project to Helen really have anything to do with you?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Sean flushed right then, and promptly snapped angrily, “Shut up! What, are you saying that it’s you?”

Gina certainly agreed with Sean. “Mr. Wesley just called his father to speak with the Turnbulls on his behalf. He’s not like you, all talk and no bite! From where I’m standing, you’re just jealous!”

“Actually, it was me,” Frank replied.

“What?” Sean chuckled. “Are you saying that you made Vicky Turnbull change her mind?”

Frank nodded.

Helen stared at him in disbelief, while Sean guffawed. “Haha! You’re a real riot! It’s ironic considering that we haven’t heard a peep from you for a while!”

Frank said flatly, “Exactly. Vicky changed her mind because I kept quiet.”

“Oh, just give up already,” Sean snorted in disdain. “You can’t even come up with a good story, so stop tooting your own horn.”

“That’s enough, Frank–you should stop.” Helen was frowning too, clearly upset that Frank would lie

like that.

If anything, she was further skeptical that Frank could lord over Vicky after seeing Vicky in person- it was simply unrealistic.