The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 437

Turning toward Robert, Frida, and Bron, Susan added, "Everyone here played their part. How could you attribute everything to Frank?"

She was certainly dismissive towards Frank's and his modest roots, and she absolutely would not abide with her husband's endless praise for Frank—not when he was clearly trying to get Vicky and Frank together!

Though Walter was stumped by his wife's words, Robert, Frida, and Bron were left trading awkward glances in turn.

Not only were the trio's involvement inconsequential in Vicky's release, but there was a chance they might not survive if not for Frank.

"Aunt Susan is right—we shouldn't be giving Frank credit for everything.” Neil nodded and turned to Frida. "Where are your men now? They should be praised as well."

Frida pursed her lips miserably. "They... They're all dead.”

Neil, however, could not care less. "See? Our family has sacrificed so many to save Vicky."

Both Robert and Bron were scowling at that, while Frida's eyes welled up with tears. "No, that's not it... They were all killed even before they reached Drakon, and my hand was crippled too. We would all be dead if not for Mr. Lawrence.”

"What?!" Everyone's face fell—those twenty men were lost even before they reached Drakon, and Frida's hand was crippled too?

"Be serious here, Frida," Neil snapped, frowning at her inability to read the room—could she not just lie, given the situation?

Frida, however, shook her head. "I'm being serious. I owe my life to Mr. Lawrence—Mr. Howard and Mr. Quill can be my witness.”

Bron and Robert quickly nodded. "Ms. Blue is telling the truth.”

Neil pursed his lips, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Even Susan had to sigh and give up at that point, while Walter was grinning ear to ear. "Hahaha! "That's exactly what I was saying—Mr. Lawrence is truly one in a million! Everyone, please stay behind as I'll personally hold a feast in everyone's honor!"

Bron and Robert nodded.

Turnbull Villa was exceedingly lively in the evening, and after dinner, Yara visited Vicky in her room, concerned about Vicky's injury while also asking about what had happened.

Vicky told her everything right then, leaving her in astonishment. "Mr. Lawrence has reached Birthright?"

Vicky nodded. "Yeah. I didn't expect that myself.”

"Whoa..." Yara gasped, her gaze worshipful. "If only I was half as good."

"You're plenty strong enough. Frank's the freak here, so don't compare yourself to him," Vicky assured her.

She then glanced at Yara's palm and changed the subject, "How's your hand?"

"It's just a flesh wound,” Yara said nonchalantly. "I'm mostly fine now."

"Good."

As the feast ended, Vicky and Yara left the room to see off Bron and Robert.

Frank was going to leave as well, but Vicky quickly caught him. "Why don't you stay the night? It's very late—it's inconvenient for you to head home at this hour.”

Frank did a double take, but refused without hesitation after a glance at Susan's murderous glare, "I think I'll pass.”

He had no reason to dig a grave for himself here!

On the other hand, Walter was eager for Frank to get together with Vicky and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Mr. Lawrence! What's the problem with staying one night? No one will dare to say no to you here."

"Exactly..." Vicky nodded.

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