The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 15

After some thought, Frank took a deep breath and said, "Denying a person income is no different from murder—if you've already considered giving them the project, Ms. Turnbull, I have no cause to tell you to do otherwise."

Vicky smiled at Frank as she studied him. "It seems to me that you're just not keen on pushing them too far. Linger attachment to Ms. Lane, perhaps?"

"If that's what you think of me…" Frank shot her a look. "Can't say anything to that."

"Have you not considered taking in a new lover now that you're single, Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank shook his head. "Not interested."

Vicky pursed her lips—his response was somewhat a killjoy.

Still, she did not press the issue.

She certainly could not hurry things since Frank had just divorced Helen a couple of days ago.

"Well, I'm sure you're more interested in herbal treasures," she said, nonchalantly opening the box. "You can have this panacea cap…"

A faint sweet aroma swirled into the air immediately, and Frank was promptly focused as he studied the panacea cap meticulously.

Vicky rolled her eyes. "Honestly… you didn't have such concentration when you were looking at me!"

Frank completely ignored her, however, and suddenly shook his head in disappointment. "It's a fake."

"What?!" Vicky did a double take. "That b*sta*d brought a fake to my house as a gift?!"

Frank shrugged. "It's 50 years old at best. No chance it's a centennial."

For panacea caps, its medical efficacy would differ greatly even if there was just a years' age gap, leading to the difference in value for each individual cap.

And Vicky was all too aware of that!

"Still, it is more or less useful. Why don't you sell it to me?" Frank suggested.

In fact, the first time she saw Vicky, she knew she was no pushover.

And how was a quiet, down-to-earth man like Frank ever getting the better of her?

Frank smiled in turn—not only was Helen dead set that he had been badmouthing her, but she also thought that he was Vicky's gigolo.

"You should be worrying about yourself," he told her before looking pointedly at Frank. "I mean, you're already waist-deep in muck yourself."

Helen certainly had something to say against that, but her phone suddenly started ringing.

Though she saw that it was an unfamiliar number, she answered it after some hesitation.

"It's not very nice of you to badmouth me, Ms. Lane."

Helen paled in shock and promptly looked around, as if she was just stabbed in the back!