The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Vicky nodded while Susan spoke up just then, "You should stay, or people would start telling us what

ingrates we are. That goes for you too, Yara."

"What?" Yara did a double take, not expecting to find herself in the guest list as well.

"It's been so long since you stayed the night with us, Yara." Susan grinned. "You can sleep with Vicky,

and properly catch up."

Vicky was certainly left speechless by her mother—was she that afraid of her getting frisky with Frank?

Still, neither Frank nor Yara could refuse the Turnbulls' enthusiastic invitation.

However, while Yara and Vicky slept in the same room, Frank was kept downstairs in the room directly

opposite the master bedroom.

Their defenses were certainly airtight!

Still, Vicky started to creep out of bed late into the night, wearing nothing but a thin sleeping gown.

Yara awoke with a start, "Where are you going?"

Vicky giggled. "Going to see Frank, of course."

"What?" Yara exclaimed before adding hesitantly, "Don't you think you're being too forward here? And

I'm sure he's exhausted after today—you should let him rest."

She was aware how strongly Vicky felt for Frank, but surely creeping under the man's sheets so late at

night was going too far?

Moreover, Vicky was an heiress of the Turnbull family—doing such a thing really cheapened her!

Still, Vicky blinked as she asked, "When did you start worrying so much about Frank?"

"What..." Yara was stumped and averted her eyes. "I—I'm not... I mean, he's my friend, and you're my

bestie... I'm just thinking about both of your sakes."

Vicky hugged her right then with a mischievous grin, "Don't tell me that you fell in love?"

"No way! I think you and him deserve to be together." Yara pouted.

In reality, she did feel a little competitive but would never tell it to Vicky's face—not with the

insurmountable gap between them.

"Tch." Vicky clicked her tongue. "You used to say the same about me and Titus Lionheart."

Yara scratched her head awkwardly. "I mean, it's your preference that matters most."

Vicky giggled. "What if I don't like either of them, and you like Frank? I could talk to him for you."

"What?" Yara threw her hands up. "Please don't... Wait, why would you creep into Frank's room if you

don't like him?"

Vicky folded her arms before her chest. "I'm using him to free myself from the Lionhearts. The more my

mom wants me to marry Titus, the more I'd rebel. Now, stay put."

With that, she tiptoed downstairs, but the door behind her opened just as she was about to knock on

Frank's door.

Susan was standing there, scowling. "What are you doing, staying up this late?"

"Oh, shit!" Vicky almost jumped in surprise before wheeling on Susan exasperatedly. "And what are

you doing staying up, Mom?"

Susan glared at her in turn. "You'd be in another man's bed if I didn't come out, and you'd have

embarrassed our entire family."