The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

At the same time, Peter was groaning and moaning on a bed at Riverton General.

He was unable to move with his entire arm plastered, while Gina was sobbing, her heart broken. ” What happened, Peter? Who hurt you?”

Sean added indignantly, “Tell me who it is. I will settle the score for you.”

“Who else?!” Peter cried. “It’s that b*st*rd Frank Lawrence!”

Helen was taken aback. “But Frank’s been at Verdant Hotel the whole time…”

“He sent his goons after me!” Peter growled through his teeth.

In reality, Barney gave him a thorough beating just as he was ready to join them at Verdant Hotel. While Barney himself did tell Peter that Frank sent him, Peter did not mention the fact that he sent

Barney to hurt Frank in the first place.

Even so, only Helen found his story suspicious. “Why would Frank send people after you?”

She knows that Frank was not that petty and would not have Peter beaten up just because he did not

like him.

Peter started to stammer right then, “H–He’s jealous of me… What other reason is there?”

However, Helen could see that he was averting his eyes as well. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

Peter’s face fell, and he shrieked, “What are you saying Helen?! You’d rather trust a stranger than me?!”

Gina too snapped impatiently, “Helen, are you implying Peter is going to lie to you? Why do you keep siding with outsiders, really?”

Exasperated, Helen gave a noncommittal response. “Fine, I believe you, alright?”

However, she made a mental note to ask Frank later.

On the other hand, Sean was thumping his chest and assuring Peter, “Don’t worry, Peter. I’ll avenge you when there’s a chance.”

“Thank you, Mr. Wesley!” Peter was beside himself with emotion. “You’re more a brother–in–law than Frank Lawrence ever was!”

Afterwards, Sean tried to get Helen to the hotel again, but she insisted on staying with Peter.

Sean was left fuming, but it was clear that he would not get Helen alone to himself.

Early the next morning, Frank woke up and finished his usual training regime, dressed, and took a

cab to Riverton Hotel.

According to his calculations, Gerald’s condition would deteriorate in three days, and he needed a pill to fully recover.

Arriving at the pharmacy, he paid and waited for them to get him his ingredients when a familiar voice called out from behind, “Frank? What are you doing here?”

Frank turned to see that it was Helen and replied flatly, “Getting some medicine.”

Helen checked to ensure there was no one else around, before asking, “Did you send someone to break Peter’s arm?”

“I did,” Frank replied, nodding.

“W–Why would you do that?” Helen demanded, feeling pained.

Frank shrugged. “He sent that thug after me first, but I gave the thug a beatdown instead. It’s only natural that I made sure I return your brother’s favor, though.”

Helen was left gritting her teeth in frustration and stamping her feet. “I knew Peter wasn’t telling the truth–I’m sorry if I got a little emotional.”

Still, she suddenly looked into Frank’s eyes and asked. “So… Where were you staying yesterday?”

“The penthouse suite of Verdant Hotel,” Frank replied.

Helen clenched her knuckles without knowing it. “With Vicky Turnbull?”