The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 361

Vicky smiled. "I now understand why Frank would always go all out to save you—you're so adorably silly."

Helen paused. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Vicky waved her off, bored. "Just my way of saying I've never been Frank's sugar mommy."

"Really?" Helen was clearly skeptical. "Then why are you always at his side, helping him?"

"I simply admire his virtues and character." Vicky smiled in amusement, holding her chin on her hands as she stared at Helen. "I told you—he's far better than you'd think. You simply never noticed that."

Then, rising to her feet, she added, "If there's nothing else, Ms. Lane, I need to get going."

"Don't bother Frank ever again," Helen quickly said.

"Haha!" Vicky laughed in disdain. "You've divorced him, Ms. Lane—it's his freedom to choose who he hangs out with. If anything, you should be talking to him instead of me."

Helen was stumped and left at a loss as Vicky strode out of her office.

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Zeb had been waiting at the lobby of Grande Pharma's office for a long while and quickly went up to Helen when he saw her step out.

"How did it go, Helen?" he asked enthusiastically. "Were you paid the commission for the project? Did Vicky Turnbull harass you?"

Helen shook her head. "I have the money, and Ms. Turnbull didn't harass me."

And with those words, she floored the gas pedal and sped off.

Zeb was left staring as she left, his knuckles clenched in frustration.

He did not expect Helen to be so wary about investments, just as he was seething that he could not take a bite out of Helen's 200 million dollars.

He whipped out his phone and called Cram Larkin. "Hey, Dad… So I think we'd have to wait a little longer for the 200 mil…"

"What are you doing?!" Cram snapped at the other end. "You failed to get the Rejuvenation Pill recipe, and now you can't even smooth-talk some chick?!"

The Larkins did not amount to anything in Riverton—it was Cram who proved resourceful, using his good looks to sway the heiresses of the city.