Chapter 105

Vicky was going to take off Frank's shirt when he caught her, leaving her staring at him in wide-eye confusion.

"Are you done?" Frank asked, frowning.

Vicky gingerly got up. "Really. There's no getting one over you, is there?"

Frank was speechless. "Do you really have to?"

"It's your fault for being such an extraordinary man." Vicky smiled, shrugging.

Frank stared at her. "Your fiance's far better than me."

Vicky scowled at those words. "Don't mention him—I'd rather die than marry into the Lionheart family."

Frank was actually confused. "Why? Don't women like you prefer rich heirs like him?"

That was why Helen divorced him too—because he was not a rich kid like Sean Wesley.

Vicky wheeled on him right then, her eyes flashing in determination. "Am I that type of woman to you? Then let me give it to you straight—I have no intention of becoming some trophy wife in the Lionheart family. I, Vicky Turnbull, can do what you men do as well!"

Understanding that she was no doormat down