The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Carol was definitely content with life-her daughter was now the chief of Zamri Hospital, her son was safe abroad, and she found herself a new partner despite being well advanced in years. Nash was content just like Carol, though he only had one cause to worry in his untameable daughter Kat.

At the moment, she was staying in Riverton with Noel York and was involved in the production of a film.

While Nash would complain that it was not a stable job, he would be grinning ear-to-ear even as he said that.

Naturally, both him and Carol had Frank to thank for all of that. From a certain point of view, he was now their adopted son.

"Yeah, where do you have to go this late at night, Frank?" Nash asked as he brought kitchen utensils.

"Hehe... Just a small trip to Norsedam," Frank did not provide details to spare them from worrying.

Still, just as he was about to leave, he ran headlong into Helen and an exhausted Vicky, the latter who immediately complained, "I can't do this darling. Helen's such a workaholic... I can't work with her anymore..."

"That's because you're slacking off."

It was the same complaint every day, so Helen kept a straight face and left to wash her hands for dinner.

"Haha..."

Frank smiled in wry amusement, but one would expect nothing less from a girlboss like Helen.

Not only was she terrifyingly efficient, but she also demanded perfection. In fact, she would not be coming home if Cologne Court was not so close to Lanecorp Tower.

"Help me, darling!" Vicky cried as she threw herself miserably into Frank's arms. "You're not just going to watch while that cow works me like a slave, are you?"

"Cow...?!"

Helen was stumped and shot Frank a sharp look right then.

"Uh..."

Frank trailed off and clapped Vicky on the back as he said awkwardly "Being busy is normal now that Lanecorp is gaining mo

You'll only be busy for a white...

"That's what you said last week!" Vicky pouted as she looked up at him. "No, I want a kiss! I quit otherwise! I wouldn't have the strength to go on!"

Watching as Vicky threw a tantrum

like a little girl, Frank sighed

exasperatedly and brushed his net

gently against Vicky's forehead as Helen looked on.

While Vicky rubbed her forehead, clearly dissatisfied, Helen came over and dragged her to the dining table. "That's enough. The food will furn cold soon, and Madam Zims had to work for this."

"I'm going out now, I have something to do." Frank promptly seized the moment to make his escape. Helen did a double take but soon gave chase, shouting, "Frank!"

"Hmm?"

Frank stopped and turned in surprise toward Helen. "What's wrong? Was there something else?"

"..."

Helen blushed, her eyes darting everywhere as she rubbed her hands and breathed meekly, "I-I'm actually feeling tired too..."

"Oh. Well, you've done good work," Frank assured her, nodding blankly.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Helen did a double take, embarrassment and annoyance showing on her face at once.

Was he doing this on purpose? Did he not catch her hint?