The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Just calm down for now..."

Frank mentioned his suspicions after thinking about it. "How did those saboteurs know the time and location where the equipment would be moved? Have you considered that?" "I did!"

Noel was certainly sharp after working in showbiz for years and caught on to Frank's hint in an instant.

After all, the only reason this could have happened was that there was a mole, who leaked when and where the imported equipment would be transported, or those saboteurs would never have reached them so easily. "But..." Noel soon trailed off awkwardly. "Since the company is expanding rapidly, we've had to recruit plenty of new personnel, and there's no eliminating the fact that there are moles already on the inside."

"I'm coming over. Let's talk when I get there," Frank said, hanging up and driving straight to a spacious park district.

Lanecorp had purchased the entire district and were in the midst of building various facilities.

There were studios for filming and audio recordings, as well as lounges. Landscaping had begun in the surrounding areas as well, as it was Frank's original intention to build an entire showbiz district there or a franchise out of it. While Frank's red-black Veyron drove considerable attention when he arrived, it drew considerable attention in an instant. "Frank."

Noel personally received him.

Her figure was as stunning as ever, her slightly curled hair spread over her red gown, baring her unbeatable cleavage that not even Vicky Turnbull could hope to beat. She really was the top actress of Draconia and the goddess of men's wildest fantasies.

But though she was smiling, she could not hide the annoyance in her gaze.

This was a vital period for the construction of the studio park, but the sabotage on their imported equipment stagnated many projects.

As long as they had not resolved this issue, they would not be getting their equipment and their losses would pile up.

"Let's talk in my car." Frank beckoned Noel to get in, and they left the studio park.

"Aren't we going to find the mole? Why are we leaving the studio park?" Noel asked in confusion even as Frank drove straight out of Zamri. "We're investigating the crime scene to see if our saboteurs left us clues," Frank answered shortly.

Noel sighed. "That's unnecessary. I've already called in the health and safety department-they found nothing."

"Hehe. They couldn't, but that doesn't mean that I can't either." Frank smiled confidently.

Seeing that, Noel could not help

smiling in assurance as well, andet

she somehow had the curious thought that it felt good to have a dependable man.

Soon, the Veyron shot to a highway far outside Zamri-the air was still rife with the scent of gasoline, and debris that had yet to burn off.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Frank was clicking his tongue,

impressed. The saboteurs were

good at their job, burning down over

a dozen delivery trucks and

destroying all the equipment transported.

Bold, even.