The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank barked, "Where's your sister, Peter Lane?!"

Flinching and almost dropping his phone, Peter scowled when he saw that it was Frank.

"I don't know! Don't ask me!" Peter snapped impatiently and returned to his game.

Frank was left annoyed as he watched, especially since Peter had his feet on Helen's desk, his shoes leaving prints on the documents above it.

"Mr. Lawrence?"

Lily strode in just then and noticed Frank.

She was Helen's secretary who transferred from Riverton's Lane Holdings, and she pulled Frank aside as she whispered, "Ms. Lane lost her phone last night, and we couldn't find it at all last night. She just left for the hospital to visit her mother, and she told me to pass the message if you come back while she isn't around."

Frank listened, but noticed Peter peeking at him.

When he turned toward Peter, Peter turned back to his phone, yapping away as if he had been engrossed.

"And what is he doing here?" Frank pointed at Peter.

"Oh... He came in yesterday, and Ms. Lane had him keep an eye on things while she's away, though I'm supposed to call her right away if it's a client."

Lily appeared exasperated even as she glanced at Peter-like Cindy, he was clearly the type you could not count on but could not complain about either. "Which hospital did Helen go to? Is she still there? I'll check on her," Frank said.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

That was when Peter suddenly leapt up, flashing a smile at Frank. "Hey brother I recently got myself a girlfriend. Could you help be my wingman?"

Brother? Girlfriend?

Frank narrowed his eyes-Peter was behaving weirdly, and there was something fishy about the whole thing.

"I'll pass I need to talk to your sister about work. Which hospital did she go to?"

"She's, uh..."

Peter blinked but soon smacked his head and chuckled. "It's on the southern side. Come on, I'll drive."

Frank only became further suspicious since Peter seemed to have his act together but kept his praiseful smile. Soon, they were in a car heading to South Zamri.

However, Peter did not slow down his car even as they sped down the highway, and Peter smacked his head and gasped guiltily, "Oh,

bother I'm really not used to Zamri.

We'll have to take a detour toget back."

"It's fine."

Frank smiled but was already wary inside as he prepared himself for whatever Peter cooked up.

To no surprise, they only drove further away from the highway and the city and eventually arrived at an abandoned industrial area.

Seeing that Peter was giving up on.

pretenses, Frank followed suit andet

"Weren't we heading to a

hospital? What is this place?"

Peter flashed a savage smile right then. "Haha! I was staying at the office just to stop you! You're dead meat, Frank Lawrence!"