The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

Frank’s words were utterly impressive, and Vicky breathed a sigh of relief in turn. “Well, there’s nothing to worry about since you’ve said that. Anyway, you two are coming with me back to the office–I’d at least have protection.” 

It seemed that they should stay safe for the time being. 

Frank did not argue, since he had nothing to do at the hotel anyway, 

They headed to Grande Corpe’s offices, where Yara followed Vicky to her office. 

Not only was she Vicky’s b*dyguard, but she was also Vicky’s personal assistant who could assist with office tasks. 

On the other hand, Frank knew nothing about that, so he went to the VIP lounge alone since it would be pointless going to Vicky’s office with them. 

It was a quiet place, and Frank found a comfortable spot to close his eyes and rest, focusing his internal energies… 

After a while, the door opened. 

Frank opened his eyes to find that it was Greg Marsh, though he was alone this time. 

Since Frank was alone in the spacious lounge, Greg immediately saw him too and sneered with contempt. “You’re here to see Vicky Turnbull too? I’m surprised they’d let a manwhore like you into their VIP lounge.” 

Frank shot him a look and asked in curiosity, “What are you doing here?” 

Greg snorted. “It’s none of your business.” 

“Indeed, so stay away from me.” 

“Holy crap, do you really think yourself that important?” Greg chuckled scornfully, though he was also jealous he could not get a rich woman like Vicky to be his sugar mommy. 

He was a little old, but he was still fine–did the ladies not prefer older men these days? 

Frank narrowed his eyes, the air around him turning cold right then. 

Greg’s pompous expression was immediately gone, and he growled even as he Hreatened Frank, “I’m here to talk business with Vicky Turnbull, kid. She won’t 

you if you lay a finger on me.!! 

bothered and snapped coolly, “Get out. Stop being an eyesor 

“Y–You won’t get to strut in just a couple days! Just you wait!” 

Frank sprang to his feet right then, and Greg promptly fled the VIP lounge! 

A secretary arrived just then. “Mr. Marsh? What are you doing out here? 

“Oh… Cabin fever. Just came out for a breather,” Greg said awkwardly. 

The secretary nodded. “Ms. Turnbull has just finished her meeting. You can see her now.” 

“Great. Lead the way,” Greg said, straightening his tie and following the 

secretary into Vicky’s office. 

Vicky was sitting behind her desk and got up when she saw Greg. “I’m surprised. you asked to meet me, Mr. Marsh. It’s an honor.” 

Her greeting certainly inflated Greg’s ego. 

After all, he would personally have trouble making an appointment himself—if anything, Vicky only agreed to meet him out of respect for Timmy Yates. 

It sounded urgent as well, so it must be important. 

“You’re too kind, Ms. Turnbull,” Greg said humbly then. “Someone like me certainly doesn’t deserve your attention.” 

“You don’t have to be so polite, Mr. Marsh,” Vicky said as she sat down and asked in curiosity, “Still, what’s this urgent matter you’d like to talk about?”