The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 57

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 57-Yara was already familiar with Frank and promptly greeted him. “Mr. Lawrence.” On the other hand, Cliff did not like Frank, let alone consider him capable of protecting Vicky.

Cliff snorted coolly and ignored Frank.

Frank rolled his eyes. “You really know how to put a guy in an awkward spot.” Vicky giggled. “Not really–you three are all here to keep me safe, so I naturally have to bring you all along.” Frank got in the backseat with Cliff, though there was a clear distance between them.

At the same time, Vicky floored the gas pedal, and they headed straight to a dilapidated factory in the outskirts of West City.

It was a desolate place, with decrepit motor vehicles sitting strewn around the compound.

As for the four of them alighted and strode right into the factory, they found a gang of people inside.

Their leader, a rather young man, approached them. “Hold it. What are you doing here? Who let you in here?” “I’m Vicky Turnbull,” Vicky told him. “Tell your boss to come see me.

“Wait, the famous Turnbull heiress?” Vicky nodded.

“Alright, wait here. I’ll get him right now,” the youth said and ran to the office upstairs.

Frank looked around just then.

There was no machinery operating around, and if the people around them were workers, they were not dressed for work.

This was no proper factory!

Just then, a middle–aged man arrived downstairs, followed by three weirdly–dressed men.

Jackie Westfield was the balding middle–aged man who was also the shipping magnate of Riverton. With a laugh, he said, “Oh, Ms. Turnbull – when did you recover? Why didn’t you tell me? I was just going to visit when I’m less busy.” Vicky laughed coolly. “Let’s not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Westfield. You owe me twenty million since five years ago–when are you going to pay me?” In fact, Jackie had merely been the administrator of a port when he borrowed twenty million from her. She just happened to need shipping logistics, and did not hesitate to lend it to him.

She did not expect to fall sick, and the bastard then seized the opportunity and siphone off much of her cargo left in his care.

Then, when she recently demanded payment, he told her he had none!

“What are you talking about, Ms. Turnbull?” Jackie chuckled. “When you left your cargo in my port five years ago, I never collected a cent from you for security–the twenty million would count as collateral.” “So, you’ve been guarding my cargo all this while?” Vicky laughed. “In that case, I want my cargo back.” Jackie shrugged. “I eventually can’t afford to guard it anymore, so I sold it off.” “So, you have no intention of paying back?” Vicky growled through her teeth.

Jackie’s smile started to fade. “You’re always welcome to keep doing business with me, Ms. Turnbull, but you’re not getting your money back.” Vicky nodded. “In that case, I have no reason to be nice.” With those words, she quietly stepped behind Cliff, Yara, and Frank.

“Oh, Ms. Turnbull,” Jackie chuckled. “You’ve only brought those three? Aren’t you underestimating me?” “They’re plenty enough.” Jackie laughed. “Haha! What a coincidence–I just happen to have three men here too. Why don’t we have them fight in a best– of–three match? If you win, I’ll pay you every single cent you’re due. Uno, Dos, Tres!” At Jackie’s order, three burly men appeared behind him.

Vicky frowned at them in turn.

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