Chapter 361-370

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 361-Vicky smiled. “I now understand why Frank would always go all out to save you– you’re so adorably silly.” Helen paused. “What are you talking about?” “Nothing.” Vicky waved her off, bored. “Just my way of saying I’ve never been Frank’s sugar mommy.

“Really?” Helen was clearly skeptical. “Then why are you always at his side, helping him?” “I simply admire his virtues and character.” Vicky smiled in amusement, holding her chin on her hands as she stared at Helen. “I told you–he’s far better than you’d think. You simply never noticed that.” Then, rising to her feet, she added, “If there’s nothing else, Ms. Lane, I need to get going.” “Don’t bother Frank ever again,” Helen quickly said.

“Haha!” Vicky laughed in disdain. “You’ve divorced him, Ms. Lane–it’s his freedom to choose who he hangs out with. If anything, you should be talking to him instead of me.” Helen was stumped and left at a loss as Vicky strode out of her office.

Zeb had been waiting at the lobby of Grande Pharma’s office for a long while and quickly went up to Helen when he saw her step out.

“How did it go, Helen?” he asked enthusiastically. “Were you paid the commission for the project? Did Vicky Turnbull harass you?” Helen shook her head. “I have the money, and Ms. Turnbull didn’t harass me.” Zeb’s eyes lit up as he nodded. “That’s great! With that 200 million, you can push Lane Holdings to new heights!” Helen nodded silently, while Zeb chuckled, “So, there’s this project I’m on recently–we’re developing something better than the Rejuvenation Pill. Are you interested in investing?” Helen’s heart could stop at the mention of investing–she was certainly afraid after the mess with Greg Marsh!

“I think I’ll pass,” she said. “I’m really not interested.” “Come on, Helen!” Zeb persisted. “I think this is a good project–with both of us working together, it’s a win–win!” “No.” Helen remained insistent as she headed for her car. “I intend to develop Lane Holdings, and with my grandfather’s birthday coming soon, anything else can wait. I’m going now if there’s nothing else.” “I’ll give you a ride, Helen,” Zeb quickly offered.

Helen smiled in turn. “I’m heading home, Mr. Larkin. We’re not going in the same direction.” And with those words, she floored the gas pedal and sped off.