The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Haha! Your son-in-law is such a treat!" Ilsa laughed just then. "He's really stealing the spotlight, getting a cheap knock-off suit and then killing Hardy's son. Tut, tut..." Before she could continue, however, a violent gust of wind kicked in from overhead, knocking many ladies and furniture over.

"What the hell?!"

Everyone looked up to find a dark object slowly descending from the skies, and many soon saw what it was.

"A helicopter? What's it doing here?" a woman with a child in her arms cried out, pointing at the letters on the side of the helicopter and reading them. "Trevor... International?!" "Trevor International? That chopper belongs to Trevor Zurich?"

Most of the wedding guests were knowledgeable and naturally knew Trevor International.

After all, a vast business empire that stretched across the globe suddenly ceasing operations abroad to focus locally would certainly make headlines.

It was no different from shooting oneself in the foot as a handicap in sports, and many other business folks believed that it was no different from giving up entirely.

Still, it begged the question-what was Trevor International doing here? Were they the Clarke family's partners?

Many turned toward Timothy and his family, hoping for answers, only to see that they were just as confused as they were.

After all, Trevor International was still a big deal, and the Clarkes were not important enough to become their partners.

But if Trevor International was not here for the Clarkes, who did they come for?

Still, just as the wedding guests continued their aimless speculation, the helicopter doors opened.

Then, a screaming woman tied up in a body bag was lowered to the center of the crowd, and the helicopter sped off after touching down.

It left the wedding guests further

confused what was Trevor

International playing at? Did they go

through all that trouble just to

transport one person to this place?

And it was clear that they were not being friendly to the woman. After all, she clearly looked like a captive in every way, with only her panicked face poking out of the body bag.

Ilsa, who was smirking and watching in amusement earlier, could no longer smile when she saw the woman's face.

Her eyes widened in disbelief right then, and she exclaimed, "A-Ashley? What's going on here? Why is my daughter..."

She looked up at the departing helicopter in confusion-should her daughter Ashley not be working in the family luxury boutique at Zamri? Why was she taken here?

In fact, it was only Frank who was not surprised to see Ashely Whiteson brought here in such fashion, since he was the one who gave the order.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He freed himself from the security guards' restraint effortlessly and walked toward Ashley as everyone looked on in confusion.

Dropping to a crouch, Frank smiled at Ashley, "Greetings. Remember me?"

Seeing that Frank was getting too close to her daughter, Ilsa regained her senses despite her shock and confusion, shrieking maniacally, "W-What are you doing to my daughter?!" en FindNovel