The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu

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Frida said earnestly, "Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. You've saved me again."

"Just stay put," Frank replied. "I'm calling Vicky—she will handle this."

"Thank you..."

Vicky was furious after Frank called and told her what Neil did, and she drove straight to Skywater Bay.

Frida started to bow, as if out of habit. "Ms. Turnbull—"

"Stop. Stand straight." Vicky hurried to help her to her feet. "And you have nothing to worry about—I am definitely on your side in this matter."

Vicky was certainly determined and then some, or they would be losing their people by the dozens.

Who would serve them from now on if word of this got out?

Most importantly, she could use this against Neil too!

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"Thank you, Ms. Turnbull. I knew the family wouldn't give up on me," Frida said, emotional.

"For sure," Vicky said solemnly, her earnestly leaving Frida all mushy. "You were hurt because of me—

I'm not about to abandon you right now."

Then, turning to Frank, she asked, "Is she going to be fine? Is there a chance of recovery?"

"Her meridians were maimed and her cultivation lost," Frank replied. "She will live, but to recover her

cultivation would prove difficult."

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Frida was naturally disappointed, though Vicky pressed, "Is there no way to treat that? I'll do anything

to help."

She never lacked money, and she knew for sure that she would earn Frida's undying loyalty if she

helped Frida that much.

Being a servant of Vicky's uncle's family, Frida was above the rest and a worthy ally.

Frank thought about it in turn. "Well, there is something we can do."

"Really? What is it?"

Frida and Vicky's eyes lit up immediately.

"A hundred-year old drakeroot can restore one's meridians," Frank explained. "And with a month's

worth of recuperation, she would recover her peak form or even surpass it."

"A hundred-year old drakeroot?"

Vicky was left wondering where she could get something like that and suddenly smiled as she put her

hands together. "I know where we can get one—the Fieldens."

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"They do." Frank nodded thoughtfully, since he heard about it as well. "But it's also their family heirloom. Would they really sell it to you?"

He never personally reached out to the Fieldens about the drakeroot either, since it would not help improve his cultivation anyway.

Vicky said confidently, "A negotiation is essential to any deal—I believe one can buy anything as long as the offer meets expectations."

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On the other hand, Frida had dropped to her knees, kowtowing. She certainly did not expect the family's heiress to spend a fortune for her sake!

"Thank you for giving me a second chance, Ms. Turnbull. I can't thank you enough... I swear that you have my undying loyalty from now on."

"You're exaggerating, Frida." Vicky grinned. "The family's bodyguards are family to me, and I'm not about to give up on my family when they're hurt."

Frank stood by, impressed by Vicky's ability to buy loyalty.

From now on, Frida would be Vicky's top fighter, and one who was endlessly obedient at that.

"This can't wait, Frank," Vicky said pompously just then. "You're coming with me to visit the Fieldens right now."

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