Helen was even more busy after being appointed as the head of the Lane family, disappearing for an


    entire week while re-


    establishing contact with Trevor Zurich.


    Nheless, she suddenly showed up at Frank''s hilltop mansion in Skywater Bay one day, dragging


    him away from the dining


    table and shoving him into her car to ride shotgun.


    "You''reing withto Zamri," she said as she handily started the car and drove off, as Winter


    Lawrence and everyone else


    looked on in confusion.


    "Zamri? Why?" Frank asked, not quiteing to his senses.


    "I''m loaning you from Vicky," Helen said, throwing him an agreement and a ballpoint pen and


    instructing him curtly, "You''ll be the


    Lane Holdings'' head of security and my personal bodyguard. Just sign there and seal the deal."


    "Seal the deal?" Frank chuckled as he stared at the stuff on hisp in wry amusement. "What are you


    up to, my dear Ms. Lane? Am


    | signing my own death warrant here, and can | say no?"


    "Nope," Helen snapped, exceedingly pushy and jamming her foot on the gas pedal without even


    looking at him. "If you refuse to


    sign it, it''s a public execution in the afternoon!"


    "Oh, but can you bear to kill me..." Frank muttered under his breath, finally drawing a blush from Helen


    despite her overbearing


    attitude.


    She snorted. "Stop messing around. | need your help, and it''s important.”


    "Really?" Frank asked as he flipped through the agreement nonchntly and suddenly realized that he


    would draw a five million


    dor sry.


    Raising a brow, he feigned indignation. "Now, now, Ms. Lane. You''re rich, and you''re only paying your


    husband five million? Aren''t


    you underpayinghere? I''d be really discouraged with such low pay!"


    As Frank closed the agreement without signing it, Helen sighed exasperatedly. "You''re just a


    department head—that sry is way


    Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    above standard market value. | can''t bend the rules... and my money is yours anyway..."


    Helen trailed off, her voice exceedingly soft.


    "What was that?" Frankughed as hard as he could on purpose. "The car engine is too loud. | couldn''t


    hear you!"


    "I didn''t say anything!" Helen snapped, at once embarrassed, angry and punching Frank. "If you don''t


    want to sign it, fine! I''ll get


    someone else to be my personal bodyguard, and we will have to cohabit!"


    "What?!"


    Frank suddenly turned solemn. "That won''t do. It''s absolutely uneptable for my wife to cohabit with


    another man!"


    With that, he signed the agreement.