The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 490

Luna, who was all too eager for revenge, frowned when she saw Helen quickly putting on her shoes.

"Are you really going to defend the bastard who molested me?!" Luna shrieked.

Helen completely ignored her and rushed outside in her stilettos.

It was pitch-black and pouring outside, but a towering figure stood in the middle of it.

Frank remained impassive even as he watched Helen run out toward him, braving the rain.

Bang!

A bolt of lightning illuminated the skies, and Helen saw his face just then.

Reaching out to him despite the rain, she cried, "Come in, Frank! We can talk about this… I know I was wrong for doubting you. Can you forgive me?"

Frank remained silent, completely ignoring her.

Soon, Gina and the others rushed out as well with their umbrellas. "Oh, Helen—why did you come out into the pouring rain without an umbrella?"

"Where's my sister, Gina?!" Frank bellowed right then, and there was another clap of thunder.

"Oh, my goodness!" Gina almost fell over from the brute force of Frank's bellow.

She patted her chest to calm herself down and snapped viciously at him in turn, "Quit your yelling! Are you crazy?! I'll have you killed if you give me a heart attack! Come on, Helen—let him soak in the rain since he likes it!"

Since he could not beat Frank in a fight and average bodyguards were no match for him, he just had to bring in the professionals!

He hence spent a fortune to hire a group of elite hitmen, along with an Earthrank elite.

He was convinced that Frank was going to die here whatever happened, though he would be a lot less confident if he saw how Frank really fared against the Chandlers.

With just a call, the group of black-clad men lurking around Lane Manor appeared.

They were all death dealers hired from the black market who would do anything for money.

And their leader was Earthrank elite number thirty-two—Dwight Houston of the Crestone Fists.