The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 8

Frank took a taxi to Laneville in the evening and was surprised to find Gina waiting for a while at the door. 

Seeing him arrive, she promptly strode up to him and warned, “I take it you know what to say and what not to when you see the old man later.” 

Frank chuckled. “You really should chase me away instead if you’re that worried.” 

“What?!” Gina glared at him, shocked that he would speak in that tone with her. 

Nonetheless, Frank ignored her and strode inside. 

After all, he had no reason to play nice with the rest of the Lane family now that he and Helen were divorced! 

As soon as he entered, he found Henry standing there with an apron, having cooked up a storm. 

“What’s the occasion, sir? That’s a lot of food,” he said. 

Henry was smiling when he saw Frank and walked up to grasp his hand. “Oh, you’re here, Frankie—you’ll find out soon enough.” 

As the pair sat down and made pleasant small talk, Gina stared fixedly at Frank, fearful that he would say what he should not. 

Helen arrived soon enough and saw Frank as she had expected. 

Henry was the one who arranged her marriage with Frank, so he naturally valued it greatly. 

It was precisely why Helen did not tell him about her divorce. 

Walking right up to Frank, she asked, “Where have you been this afternoon?” 

Frank shrugged. “I have no reason to tell you, do I?” 

Helen snorted, greatly upset by his attitude. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’m not bothered.” 

Turning toward Henry, he asked, “What’s so important, Grandpa?” 

Seeing that everyone was there, Henry chuckled heartily. “I just met an old comrade, and he told me that his granddaughter is working at Flora Hall. I thought it’s the perfect timing to arrange for a job for Frank, and she agreed to it!” 

“No,” Gina snapped as soon as Henry was finished. 

Frank was no longer family—why should they get him a job? 

That good-for-nothing could die for all she cared! 

“What?” Henry was left perplexed. “But Frank’s jobless. He can’t just stick to cooking and doing the laundry for Helen, can he?” 

“Actually, Grandpa,” Helen said just then, “I can just arrange a job for Frank at the company. You don’t have to worry.” 

Still, Gina frowned as she pointed out, “Peter doesn’t have a job either. You should worry about him more.” 

“Hah! I would if he doesn’t goof off every other day.” Henry snorted. “All he does is embarrass me… And where is he now? Why isn’t he back yet?” 

“Oh, he’ll be here soon,” Gina shrugged noncommittally. “What’s the hurry?” 

Bang! 

The front door slammed open loudly, and they all saw Peter storming in furiously. 

Seeing that Frank was there as well, he bellowed, “You b*st*rd! How dare you show your face here?! I’ll kill you!” 

Peter picked up a chair, ready to swing it at Frank’s head! 

Helen was left utterly bewildered—what had gotten into him?! 

“Stop!” Henry bellowed at Peter as he promptly sprang to his feet, “You wretch! How dare you try to hit your brother-in-law?! Show some respect!” 

“Brother-in-law?! Him?!” Peter snapped in disdain. “I saw him at Verdant Hotel, about to check in with some whore. I tried to stop him and he kicked me! My stomach still hurts even now!” 

“What?!”