Female Novel
Chatper 505
Vicky then told Frank, "Your fight with the Lanes aside, I think Helen is innocent. Don't put yourself
through a lifetime's worth of regret out of a moment of pettiness."
And with those words, she drove away in his Maybach at top speed.
Frank thought about her words and decided that he had to admit Vicky was right. To a certain extent,
she had tailed Chaz with him because she did not want him regretting anything.
As a matter of fact, Frank had not gotten over Helen either. He knew full well that the same went for her
too, but she could not see the truth and kept being deceived into making the wrong choice.
They were married for three years, and such a long relationship was not so easily ended.
"Stupid girl..." Frank sighed as he strode into White Court Hotel. -
In Room 808, Chaz's bodyguards shoved Helen into the bathroom, splashing cold water on her.
Her head cleared considerably, and despite her reluctance, she was dusting herself off after staying
depressed for three days.
She knew she absolutely did not want to marry Chaz, especially after seeing through Chaz's deceit and
ambition beneath his harmless appearance.
If she married him, the Graves family would devour the Lane family whole, be it the ones in
Northstream or Southstream.
Her grandfather's will made it very clear that she must stand firm and remarry Frank, even if she had to
go against her own mother.
Frank's quiet sacrifice was the reason Lane Holdings could rise from rags to riches and the reason she
could reach where she was now.
She would return to his side no matter what it took, and she would never give up no matter how
disappointed he was in her—even if he rejected her.
She had made up her mind, and as a strong, independent woman, she refused to just roll over and die.
She looked around, but there was nothing else aside from toiletries in the bathroom.
Chaz had taken her phone away too, so she could not contact anyone.
"What should I do?" she murmured as she wrapped herself with a towel, her hair still dripping wet as
she thought furiously about what to do.
Click.
Suddenly, the hotel room door opened, and a voice that sent her flinching spoke outside. "Are you done
cleaning up, Helen?" "Chaz..." Helen bit her lip, tightening the towel around her. "Look—I have nonovelbin
feelings for you, but if you let me go, we can put everything behind us, and we'd still be friends."
"Friends?" Chaz almost laughed outside. "Did you really think you're still in a position to talk terms with
me? Why don't you listen to what your mother just called me to say?"
He whipped out his phone and played out a recording.
"Oh, Mr. Graves. our daughter will be in your care from now on. I'm so sorry that she's still obsessing
over that gigolo."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Lane," Chaz assured her in the recording. "I'll take good care of Helen."