The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 143

Kurt snorted. "If Mr. Lawrence hit you, then you deserved it."

"Oof…" Greg was clutching his hip as he groaned, before turning toward Kurt in bewilderment. "Don't we go way back, Mr. Costner? Why are you siding with that brat?"

The security guards were all left dumbstruck as they looked on—was the brat somehow related to Kurt?

Kurt was glaring at Greg in turn. "Mr. Lawrence is our client with a twenty million dollar account balance in our bank. As for you… What do you even amount to?"

A client who had just made a twenty million dollar deposit, and a debtor who kept begging him for loans every other day—Kurt certainly knew who to side with!

"What? Are you joking, Mr. Costner?" Gina exclaimed as she turned toward Frank in disbelief. "W-Where would he get twenty million?"

Helen was certainly astounded by that fact too, while Kurt growled coolly, "What, are you saying Mr. Lawrence didn't already make the deposit a moment ago? Vicky Turnbull herself wrote the check."

As Gina realized with a start, she wheeled on Frank, her eyes flaring with jealousy!

To think that woman would give him so much… he certainly knew how to suck up to people!

On the other hand, Helen's eyes flashed in disappointment.

What did Frank do to get twenty million?

Still, she soon decided that it was not surprising that Frank appeared to be in such bad shape—Vicky must have squeezed him dry.

However, Frank was only in bad shape because he was just involved in a big fight and was poisoned with Snowshade.

Not only did he have to repress the poison with his essence, he was also shot in the hand—how could he look good after that?

Kurt whipped out a golden card reverently just then. "This is a VIP account card for our bank, Mr. Lawrence. Please hold on to it—you are eligible for many privileges we offer, and I will send the details to your phone later."

"Thank you."

Frank turned right then. "I'll be going now. I have other things to do."

"I'll see you out, Mr. Lawrence," Kurt said eagerly and escorted Frank out of the building.

Gina was left watching, her knuckles balling and eventually gave chase.

"Mom, what are you doing?!" Helen was totally bewildered but had no choice other than to follow.

Frank was going to get a cab after leaving the bank when someone snapped behind him, "Stop right there, Frank Lawrence!"

Frank turned to find Gina running toward him. He asked coolly, "What is it?"

"Give it to me," Gina demanded, holding out a hand.

"Give what?" Frank frowned.