The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 148

Yara was dumbstruck. "Please, Mr. Lawrence—this isn't a joke. Don't be impulsive. We should hide for now."

"What, and keep hiding for the rest of my life? It's far better to face this directly," Frank said flatly.

As Yara was left speechless, Frank did not afford her time to think and strode right out of the hotel.

Seeing that, Yara gave chase, though she stood quietly at a corner as he got into the car.

"You're not coming?" Frank asked.

Yara shook his head. "I-I have something to do at home."

Frank nodded and drove alone to Turnbull Villa, while Yara promptly whipped out her phone to call Vicky. "I'm sorry, Ms. Turnbull. Frank is coming to you right now—he refused to leave with me. I can't reason with him at all!"

"I really shouldn't have told him." Vicky sighed in disappointment. "Anyway, thanks. Just leave the rest to me."

After hanging up, she called Frank who was still on his way. "Hello? Where are you now?"

"On your way to your place," Frank said calmly.

"Do you really have to come?" Vicky asked.

"I was the one who killed Les," Frank said. "Am I supposed to let you deal with Neil alone? Also, I won't have to be there if you could have handled it yourself."

He had no idea what Neil was capable of, but Vicky was clearly out of her depth when she was already telling him to run.

Vicky actually felt warmth from his words. "Alright, you can come. I'll support you however I can, though you must stay calm—Uncle Glen would probably go to war if you killed Neil too."

Even if he hated Les, who was his half-brother, the man was still a Turnbull. No matter how they scorned him or had his life in his hands, it was not to some nobody to kill him.

Neil's brother Rob Turnbull had made it very clear—Les' murderer must die to enforce the family's authority.

Vicky took a deep breath and said, "Frank will be here. You'll see him soon enough."

Walter looked up at her in surprise.

Did she not arrange for Frank to flee the city? What was he coming?!

There was no way for Vicky to explain just then, while Neil growled through his teeth, "And he's making me wait? How conceited of him."