The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank tried to comfort Helen, only for Helen to push him away.

“What are you doing here, lowlife?!” Gina snapped at him right then. “My daughter doesn’t want to see you! Get out of here!!!

Frank ignored her and looked at Helen seriously instead. “Don’t worry, Helen. It’s no big deal–I have something that would remove even the scar.”

Helen, however, was covering her ears and shaking her head repeatedly, refusing to listen or see anyone, let alone Frank. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

At the same time, Gina continued to snap at Frank, “Get out! My daughter doesn’t need your help!”

Peter promptly joined in. “Don’t you understand what others are saying?!”

Even the doctor reasoned, “Sir, the patient is feeling agitated. You should go.

This time, Frank said nothing since he knew Helen would refuse to listen.

He quietly left, watching as the ambulance drove off, his fists clenched as his killing intent unfurled.

Trevor stood quietly beside him, clearly feeling the air around him cooling.

Pow!

Crack!

Frank suddenly punched down a tree thicker than a man, leaving it snapping.

As Trevor looked on, gulping, Frank said icily, “Get me Finn Chandler. I want him dead.”

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence,” Trevor replied without hesitation.

Frank’s orders were absolute, and that meant Trevor’s job right now was to capture Finn–anything else was pointless.

And with those words, Frank quietly left.

Vicky hurried after him, asking, “Where are you going?”

“I need to get some rest,” Frank replied without looking back.

“A–Are you alright?

“I’m fine,” he replied nonchalantly.

But no matter how Vicky saw it, he did not seem fine.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Turnbull,” Trevor said just then. “Mr. Lawrence is fine–he’s just angry.

Vicky nodded. “Just call me if you need anything. I’ll help in any way I can.”

Trevor nodded in turn. “Thank you. I have to go now–we need to catch Finn before he leaves town.”

After all, any effort to do so would be pointless if Finn returned to Middleton.

Hence, all his men were mobilized that evening, monitoring all roads and waterways out of the city and ready to report if they spotted Finn.

Meanwhile, Finn had no idea that Frank wanted him dead.

He did not get any sleep that night as he hid in a motel, rubbing his temples repeatedly.

“Fuck… How did it turn out like this?!” he growled.

He wanted to put on a good show for his father and had to fight for the chance to come to Riverton.

And now? Most of his henchmen were dead, let alone able to reclaim their turf!

He could already imagine how his brothers would be mocking him when he returned.

Beside him, one of his henchmen said, “It’s alright, sir. One loss is nothing–we will return again and be triumphant.”

Finn slammed his fist on the table right then.