The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Lara was reluctant to leave Frank, but she would not refuse when Frank needed a favor.

Nodding, she said, "Be careful!"

"You too," Frank replied. "Your life matters before anything else, and make sure not to put yourself in danger."

Lara smiled and nodded again, while Frank returned to Chandlerton in just two hours.

He could see from afar that Whitney was drinking herself silly unhappily as she sat outside, and he parked his car.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her as he aligned.

Whitney sighed. "Don't bother. I'll start crying again!"

"Crying?"novelbin

Frank was left stunned-was he too late?

Still, he pressed, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Tell me who hurt you, and I'll murder them—I promise!"

"What?!"

Whitney did a double take but soon blushed. "What are you talking about?! I'm the village chief! No one would lay a finger on me around here!" "Oh... then what happened?"

"Ugh. Don't laugh at me, but I have a daughter."

Whitney sighed. "I lost custody of her during the divorce, and that old fart refused to even let me see her... but guess what? Just this morning, she was sitting right there in the living room after I left!

"I was overjoyed when she said that she'd stay, so I quickly cleaned up a room for her... But then I got drowsy and dozed off, and she was gone when I woke up. I guess I just missed her so much and had a dream..."

Frank, however, realized that it was no dream. "Which room did you clean for her?"

"The room you used to stay in." Whitney sighed again. "Don't bother looking. There's nothing there."

Frank ignored her, however, and entered the room.

As soon as he did, he felt a strange energy while his ring started

down and look under the bed

glowing, guiding him to crouch 1.

He immediately found himself staring at a curvaceous figure with a baby-face but a very stiff smile. "Crazy people." Frank snorted-it was not a real human but a very realistic mannequin.

He dragged it out very carefully, but the eyeball dropped out anyway.

Just as he reached out to pick it up, he noticed the USB port on it-it was actually a USB stick!

Taking it, he strode out without hesitation and asked Whitney, "Do you have a computer?"

"Yeah, in my room... What, did you find something?"

"No, it's just work," Frank lied, worried that the mannequin would scare Whitney.

"I see. You can just use my room. Don't worry about it-I'm an old girl anyway."

"Thanks." Frank chuckled and headed into Whitney's room.

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Somehow it was very girlish. Everything that could be pink was pink, be it blankets, clothes, or the bedpost. On top of that, the wallpaper was Hello Kitty.

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Frank sat down in front of the computer, turning it on and inserting the USB stick. He quickly clicked on the folder, where he found a

three-minute video. Content belongs

It was just three minutes long, but it was all black, and an elderly voice was speaking to a feminine voice.

The gist of it was that the lady had found an energy to raise the dead, but the subject could not leave Shagan after that.

The energy could be granted to others as well, but they would not be able to leave either.

"I don't care if I can't leave Shagan," the elderly voice said. "I'm going to die-staying alive works for me."