The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 3

Frank was napping in Trevor's car when his phone rang, waking him up.

Seeing that it was Helen, he answered and promptly heard her asking coldly, “Frank, are you withMr. Zurich right now?”

Frank glanced at Trevor, who was sitting beside him. “Yeah.”

Helen took a deep breath to calm her rising blood pressure—it seemed that Peter was not lying!“You disappoint me, Frank,” she growled. “If you're upset, you can tell it to my face—why backstabmy family?”

Frank rubbed his temple as he replied, “Would you believe it if I told you that I didn't?”

“Then why would Mr. Zurich leave right after arriving at my doorstep?!” Helen demanded. “He alsoannulled our partnership!”

“Trevor's decision is his own and has nothing to do with me.”

Convinced that Frank was a coward and would not admit to it, Helen was left seething and growlingat every word. “You really disappoint me.”

Frank's voice suddenly turned cool as well. “It seems all you care about is what you want to believeand not the actual truth. I have no idea what Peter told you nor am I willing to explain myself—justdon't bother me with stuff like this ever again.”

And with those words, he hung up, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing as his eyes flashedcoolly.

To think that Helen never trusted him even after three years of marriage, pinning the blame on himjust over mere speculation.

Perhaps she really believed that he was a freeloading shut-in too!

Beside him, Trevor could certainly tell the call was from the Lanes. He asked tentatively, “Shall Istraighten them out, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank sighed and waved him off. “Forget it. Let's just distance ourselves from them from now on.”He could not bring himself to destroy them just yet, so they could rot for all he cared.

Soon, Trevor's Rolls-Royce slowly entered the Turnbulls' hilltop villa.

Seemingly having been informed of their arrival, a servant was on hand to receive them, leadingthem to the drawing room.

After bringing them tea, he said, “Please rest your legs for a moment, gentlemen. I shall inform Mr.Turnbull of your arrival.”

After the servant turned and headed upstairs, Frank looked around and muttered quietly, “Therereally aren't many servants around here, are there?”

“You shouldn't underestimate them, Mr. Lawrence,” Trevor told him. “Walter is merely the Turnbulls’figurehead in Riverton, while the majority of their influence remains in Morhen.”

“Their heiress Vicky is herself extraordinary, establishing a transnational trading conglomeratesingle-handedly five years ago and accumulating billions in wealth. She's also an apprentice toRiverton's governor and a prodigy of martial arts—she would be an elite among Riverton’s youth ifnot for her illness.”

Frank took a sip of his tea and chuckled. “You really think highly of her! How does she compare toHelen?"

“Haha!” Trevor laughed, not holding back since Frank and Helen were divorced anyway. “That's likecomparing a wolf to a mere sheep.”

Inspiration struck just then, and Trevor grinned. “By the way, Mr. Lawrence, you're a gentleman withdignity, wisdom, and compassion, while Ms. Turnbull is a ravishing beauty with wit to boot. Shouldyou two tie the knot, it shall certainly be a profound marriage—and I, Trevor Zurich, am all toowilling to be your guarantor.”

“Bleurgh!” Frank almost choked on his tea and shot Trevor a glare. “Worry about yourself, not me.”Trevor scratched his head awkwardly, surprised that Frank was completely uninterested.

Just then, he heard rushed footsteps and promptly got up to greet the man approaching them. “MrTurnbull.”

Walter held his hand in turn and asked excitedly, “Trevor, old friend... Where's this miracle healeryou've spoken of?”

Trevor promptly made the introduction. “This is him—Frank Lawrence. He has been training inseclusion at the south pole, and his abilities as a healer are extraordinary.”

Walter's smile stiffened when he saw how young Frank looked. “Are you joking, Trevor? He's soyoung!”

“I'd never lie to you, Mr. Turnbull,” Trevor told him solemnly. “If Frank fails to heal your daughtertoo, then no one can.”

While Walter was absolutely skeptical about Frank, he had no choice but to try, especially whenTrevor was vouching for him.

“In that case, please come with me, Mr. Lawrence.”

“Lead the way, sir,” Frank said flatly, and he and Trevor followed Walter to a room on the secondfloor.

Inside, Frank found a young woman lying in bed.

She was exactly the ravishing beauty Trevor had described, with flawless fair skin, a clear dewy gaze,and a captivating face.

Even if she appeared sickly skinny, there was no hiding her haughty presence—it actually added toher beauty.

A woman in a black suit stood beside her bed, appearing to be her b*dyguard.

Walter hurried to his daughter just then, assuring her, “Vicky, Trevor just got you a healer. He'lldefinitely help you this time.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Zurich.” Vicky forced a smile, but she knew her condition best.

After all, she had countless consultations with other healers over the last five years... and none ofthem helped.

Naturally, she did not pin her hopes on Frank either. If anything, her gratitude was merely aformality.

“You're exaggerating, Ms. Turnbull.” Trevor smiled and turned toward Frank. “She's in your handsnow, Mr. Lawrence.”

Frank nodded, perfectly comfortable as he walked up to hold Vicky's wrist.

Vicky did a double take, surprised that he was so young, and watched as Frank's brow wrinkled andeased intermittently.

After a while, he asked, “Do you frequently engage in martial arts, Ms. Turnbull?”

“I've trained a little with my mentor, mostly for my health,” Vicky replied softly.

“To what extent?”

Vicky frowned slightly. “Initiate—why are you asking about that instead of my condition?”

Frank smiled conditionally in turn. “Because your martial arts training caused your condition.”“What?!” Everyone exclaimed in shock—martial arts could lead to such an illness?!

“Bullshit!” Yara Quill—the black-clad b*dyguard standing beside Vicky's bed—snapped right then.“Vicky was learning the Boltsmacker, a technique passed down in my clan for generations! If thatcaused her illness, why would my father be fine?”

“Not everyone is attuned to martial arts,” Frank said flatly. “The technique you speak of isconditioned for men and incompatible for women. Vicky's Ki would stagnate, causing vein andnerve blockage—moreover, she has already reached Initiate. While it is an accomplishment, she islucky to only be bedridden. In serious cases, her physique would crumble as she loses all her Ki,while her veins would rupture and potentially kill her.”

Turning around to look at Yara just then, he added, “You should stop too. You'd be paralyzed inthree years, give or take, if you continue.”

“Shut up!” Yara swung a palm at Frank's face right then!

Vicky was like a sister to her—they trained under her father together, and she was constantly byVicky's side ever since Vicky got sick.

Yara was certainly convinced that Frank was driving a wedge between them and obviously tellingher that her clan's technique was a sham.

She must straighten him out to quell the spite she felt!

“Stop!” Trevor exclaimed as he paled in shock—he had never expected Vicky's b*dyguard to actuallyattack Frank!

However, it was not as if he was worried about Frank. Instead, he was just concerned for theignorant brat!