The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

And as soon as the fixer division was in trouble, Peter came to inform Frank immediately despite his terrible pain and the possibility of death.

Even if Peter had been a real bastard before, he had truly turned around, and Helen willingly accepted him as her brother again.

Naturally, seeing him lying in a pool of his own blood left her tearing up in panic.

"Calm down. I've stopped his bleeding-he's safe for now," Frank said.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

At the same time, he thrusted a needle into Peter's bullet wounds and extracted the bullets with his pure vigor, letting them drop loudly with a metallic clink. "What?! Are those... bullet holes?!"

It was only then that Helen noticed Peter's injury.

Frank nodded, picking up the bullets and turning toward the security guards nearby. "Let him rest at the Lanecorp dorms. He's mostly fine now."

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence," the security guards replied and brought out a stretch to carry Peter away.

"Helen!" Frank caught her since she was about to follow, looking her solemnly in the eye and saying, "Someone in Zamri is targeting Lanecorp. You'd best be careful-don't meet strangers if you can." "Okay!" Helen nodded repeatedly, clasping a hand over her mouth.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Frank released her, allowing her to chase after Peter.

"Carrying guns? They must be a big deal, with links to the black market-even Blackrank," Vicky said as she took the bullets Frank passed her.

Despite having a tendency to fool around all the time, Vicky was reliable as always in times of trouble.

After studying the bullets Frank passed her, she nodded and said, "It's the caliber usually used for a Mac-10. If I'm not mistaken, it's exclusive to Blackrank and the black market."

"Blackrank and the black market...?"

Frank narrowed his eyes, a woman's face suddenly appearing in his mind.

Juno Enigma.

He was ignorant of Blackrank and the black market, but she knew it best.

He whipped out his phone without hesitation, taking a seat in a corner to call her. "Umph... It's very early, darling... What's the matter?"

Juno's voice was especially enthralling as she stretched, having just woken up.

Vicky frowned when she heard the voice, and not because Frank met yet another woman, but rather because she had the feeling that the woman was dangerous.

"I have a question," Frank said bluntly.

Juno seemed to pout right then.

"You never called, and I thought you'd forgotten about me. Hehehe..."

She purred, and her tone changed sharply as she giggled coquettishly. "Alright, let's put that aside for a moment you must have called to ask who bought the Mac-10s, right? That would be the Bearon family of Zamr. Just yesterday, their four stewards took delivery... I think they were called Galen, Blaze, Thunder, and Bolt. They've all reached the pinnacle of Birthright rank, but I'm sure they're no issue for you, right, darling?"

Frank was even more wary of Juno as she almost seemed clairvoyant,

but he nodded and said, "Thank

I

owe you one-I'll make sure to repay

the favor."

"Now, now." Juno giggled even more. "Why get so formal? We'd never owe each other anything, and I'm actually grateful you'd ask for my help..."

Frank could not help frowning at that. "Either way, I owe you a favor. If there's nothing else..."