The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"B-But even if Grandfather wouldn't listen, you didn't have to go that far. He's your husband, and..."

Jon trailed off feebly as fear seized him.

If Yora could go that far, it made sense that she could eliminate him for her own ends.

And to no surprise, Yora narrowed her eyes dangerously at him as she snorted. "Hmph. I guess I can make it simple for you-go back to Laneville and take your place as the new head of the Lane family... Or I'd just have to pick someone else."

Jon gulped, as his worst fear had come true.

If he refused Yora, he would not fare any better than his grandfather.

What choice did he have if he wanted to stay alive?

Hence, after some thought, Jon quietly nodded.

However, his face was ashen, and he certainly did not appear pleased or thrilled to become the new head of the Lane family.

"Very good."

Yora clapped him on the shoulder with a smile. "Though you might be head of the family in name only, you stand to gain much. Just stick to being a figurehead-don't worry about the details."

"Thank you, Madam Yimmel." Jon gritted his teeth but forced a smile that looked uglier than a crying face.

He had no choice but to accept reality since he took the deal.

Even if this was exactly what he did not want, he had no way out anyway.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fleur suddenly started hacking violently, and Jon turned to find her sweating all over her brow, heaving as her whole body shook uncontrollably. "Madam Lang? What's wrong?"

Jon was shocked to see what was happening to Fleur, whereas Yora merely cast her a brief glance and turned away nonchalantly. "It's just a cold." However, Fleur coughed even more violently right then.

She was clearly at her limit-herContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

body temperature was alternating between extreme heat and cold, and

she could feel a stabbing pain

spreading throughout her organs.

Even as she collapsed on the floor, she mustered all her strength to reach out to Yora. "Please... Help... Help me..."

Jon was left flabbergasted. "Madam Yimmel? What's happening to Madam Lang...?"

Yora simply shook her head and

shoved a note into his hand, and said bluntly, "Get her into your car, and call this number-ask them to deliver Madam Lang's medicine. Remember, don't let anyone find out."

And with those words, Yora and her entourage got into another car and left right away.

"O-Okay..."

Jon watched as she left, feeling the creeps even as he turned back and saw Fleur groaning in agony.

He more or less had the feeling that this was the matriarch's doing but decided to bring Fleur home anyway.

However, he had barely helped Fleur walk a few steps when she gasped. She was clearly struggling to breathe and collapsed on the floor, convulsing all over as she foamed from the mouth.

"Madam Lang!"

Jon panicked, as he could see Fleur's breathing turn weaker by the second. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and decided to send her to the hospital for now.