The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Claude finally realized who Frank was and that he could not afford to upset a man who could fight Jaden Favoni as an equal!

Hence, as everyone watched, he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing to Frank repeatedly as he bawled and begged, "I-It's really you! I remember now... I'm sorry for being ignorant! Please forgive me!" Claude was certainly terrified!

Forget Bode's goons-Frank was said to have killed over thirty Favoni martial artists in an instant.

And seeing that he was alive and kicking right now, the Favonis clearly could not do anything about him... and that made him superior to the Favonis!

The more Claude thought about it, the more memories surfaced as he realized how terrible Frank really was.

That was why he was on his knees begging, leaving Bode staring speechlessly.

"What the fuck..."

Bode turned, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the mangled bodies of his goons strewn all over the showroom.

He could really strode over and crush Claude's head like a grape.

He was the one who said Frank was Lydia's simp, and that Frank came to bail her out!

That was why Bode called in his goons, only for Claude to suddenly switch gears and beg Frank for mercy!

What the fuck?! Did Claude just use him as a cannon fodder?!

Hell, the man could win the best actor award from this performance alone!

Still, while Bode realized from Claude's attitude that Frank was really a big deal, he still had no idea who he really was.

"Heh..."

While Frank was going to punish Claude for his conceit, his undignified pleas for mercy dampened his interest.

"Just fuck off already," he growled, waving Claude off.

Claude was awash with gratitude, thanking Frank endlessly as he scrambled on all fours to fuck off.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Bode was left seething as he watched Claude flee, just as he felt Frank's icy glare turning toward him.

He flinched, but he could not even begin to describe the pain he felt just then.

He was way beyond forgiveness, since he was the one who called his in goons to 'punish' Frank.

On the other hand, all Claude did was to insult and incite.

Considering the grievousness of Bode's misdeed in comparison, Frank would not be nice to him at all.

Various thoughts crossed his mind

as he

ondered which knee he

should k

should

kneel on first, and what he say when he did.

Thud.

Frank suddenly flung a golden card, which shot into the wall near Bode's face, slicing a small gash over his cheek.

Even as Bode yelped and bled

profusely, clutching his cheek, heet

saw that there was an impression of Gene Pearce's face on the gold card.

"What?!"

Bode's face fell, bewildered-he knew enough about that gold card that he did not need anyone else telling him.

That card basically meant that Gene

was there personally. Anyone carrying that card would be offered the same hospitality Gene would be given in any business under Pearce Group.

In short, all charges would be waived, and the person would be afforded VVIP hospitality.