The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 42

It happened in a split second, and Frank presumed that Cliff would concede.

After all, they were just sparring, and Frank had no reason to murder a bodyguard of the Turnbulls.

To his surprise, however, Cliff never sensed a thing and kept attacking him!

"Stop!" Vicky shouted at that very moment. "That's more than three! Frank won!"

Cliff stopped in turn.

His boss only told him to threaten the kid—he had enough self-control to not kill Frank.

He quietly backed away. Then, straightening his clothes, he suddenly realized that his collar button was gone and swore under his breath, "Shit, where did it go?"

At the same time, Vicky turned to her mother. "Frank can take the wonderroot now, right?"

Susan nodded. "Yes. Also, I'll be leaving soon—Cliff will stay as your bodyguard."

"My bodyguard? That's unnecessary—Frank is my personal bodyguard." Vicky refused right away, wrapping her hands around his arm. "And there's still Yara, who is the daughter of the governor. You really don't have to worry about my safety."

Frank was left speechless. When did he agree to become her bodyguard?

On the other hand, Susan frowned as well and growled, "I'm warning you, Vicky—you're engaged."

Vicky's expression turned cool in turn. "You don't have to remind me. Frank and I are going to Verdant Hotel now."

Walter watched as she left with Frank and breathed a long sigh of relief before turning toward his wife. "Did you really have to go that far? Vicky's a big girl now—she knows what she's doing."

Frank shook his head. "It's fine. It's no skin off my back."

The wonderroot was what he cared about most at the moment, and nothing else mattered.

Vicky was relieved inwardly as she found no hint of anger on his face. "Actually, I need talent such as yourself, Mr. Lawrence. Would you be interested to work with me? I'll pay you a hundred grand per month and some of my shares. We will be equals."

Frank smiled. "Your mother's always threatening me to keep my distance, but you'd still drag me with you? It's almost like you'd rather I die quicker!"

Vicky gave him a look. "You're such a comedian, Mr. Lawrence. You're actually afraid of my mother instead of Leo Grayson?"

Frank snorted. "Just forget it. I'm bad with making money, and I have no interest in it."

"Are you really not curious about what my new company will be doing?" Vicky asked.