The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1600

Yora shot Gina a cool glare right then. "What? Do you have anything to say about that?"

While Gina quickly stopped herself, Helen snapped, "I will tell Granduncle everything, Madam Yimmel! He will see to this!"

"Pfft…"

Yora merely snickered at Helen's threat. "What, did you think name-dropping Mark would work on me?"

"Why not?!" Helen retorted with righteous indignation. "I'm the head of the Lane family, appointed by Mark himself!"

"No, no, no…"

Yora shook her head, laughing. "You misunderstand. What I mean to say is that the old-timer can't go against me now. Hell, why do you think that he can still hear you?"

"What?!"

Helen was stunned. "Are you saying…"

"That's right."

Fleur strode up with a sinister sneer. "Just this morning, our dear husband suddenly suffered a heart attack and has since been rushed to an ICU, where he slipped into a coma."

"What?!"

At that point, there was no way Helen could not catch on.

Even as a chill ran down her spine, she shook with rage, "You… All of you… planned this…"

"Let's go!"

Yora beckoned at her entourage right then, not inclined to waste her breath.

Fleur, however, loitered and started mocking everyone in the conference room. "You thought you could shut me down with just some shitty recorder? Spare me—you're all trash, and it was just a matter of time before you were all chased out of the Lane family!

"Tut, tut… Word has it that you were very successful with Lanecorp, Helen Lane. Did very well, didn't you? But it's not yours now, and all of your accomplishments will be mine! You're nothing but a slaved, used and disposed of just like that. Hahaha! Does that upset you? Doesn't it hurt you?"

Done with Helen just then, Fleur wheeled on Frank and laughed. "You didn't expect me to have Madam Yimmel's backing, did you? Oh, it's such a shame, Frank. You thought you'd be turning the tables against me, but… Tut, tut…"

Smiling gleefully, she even tried to comfort him sarcastically, "Oh, and if you have nowhere else to go, Laneville just happened to be short on cleaners—to be specific, toilet cleaners. You'd be paid five hundred bucks each month, how about that? Hahahaha!"

With that, she burst out laughing with endless conceit.