The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1588



Though It would be an insult to Helen's uncle and granduncle, Frank had to do it to ensure that the Lane family stayed safe!

Nheless, the night passed uneventfully, until the next morning when Peter relayed Luna's autopsy report over the phone. "She was roofied so that she couldn't resist, after which the suspect sliced her across the throat. It's obviously not their first time it was a very clean job."

"Got it," Frank replied, not surprised to hear that it was a repeat offender

Soon, Trevor called him as well. "Mr. Lawrence, Sohil Zomer and Borc Zomer are both members of Corpsedale."

"Corpsedale...?" Frank had never heard of the name.

"Their biggest supporter is Hundred Bane Sect, and they are involved in human trafficking, collecting corpses as well as selling various unusual poisons that Hundred Bane Sect makes. One might say that they're one the worst groups in Draconia and have no principles to speak of at all." While Frank was solemn as he listened to Trevor's summary, he was still left wondering how Fleur could have reached out to an outfit like that.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

What channels would she even use?

"Also, Mr. Lawrence, Corpsedale's contact with Hundred Bane Sect on the east coast is an elderly woman called the Baba Yaga. She's pretty formidable and adept at poisoning-you must be careful."

"Got it," Frank said and hung up.

Soon, Trevor sent the specific location where Sohil and his son were, and Frank changed right away and headed out.

It was still morning, but there were signs of life in a basement bar in Zamri although it was supposedly closed.

A man with an empty sleeve and limping because he had one prosthetic leg was being led to Sohil.

Sohil's facial hair virtually covered

his cheeks, making his very

presence menacing even though he

was just sipping on alcohol while admiring the exotic dance of the

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Still, his vicious visage gave way to a smile when he saw the other man limping inside. "Haha! What the hell happened to you, my friend?"

"Hmph." The man snorted. "Courtesy of that piece of shit named Frank Lawrence."

He was none other than Gable Lane, who was supposed to be confined in Laneville after he had an arm and a leg removed.

Nheless, he was now here

outside Laneville to meet Sohil, and the lack of formalities between them made it obvious that they were old friends. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

"So, I guess the hag's addiction is hurting, and she wants more?"

Sohil chuckled even as he scoffed at Gable. "You're really horrible-Fleur Lang is your mom, and you're still feeding her that?"

"Hah! I'd still be confined if not for that!"

Gable snorted coolly. "It's supposed to be poison, but she's happily taking it since it invigorates her and keeps other symptoms in check!"

"You're a real piece of shit!" Sohil exclaimed as he laughed.

"And you're not?" Gable grinned as he shot back.

"Hahaha!!!"

Sohil laughed even harder and whipped out an unlabeled bottle from his pocket, which he threw at Gable. "There—a month's worth of prescription. Do remember to tell her to take it easy, or she'd die if she takes everything at once. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Gable responded quickly in turn, whipping out a check from his pocket and sliding it up to Sohil.

Sohil nodded at the number written on it and smiled in satisfaction. "So, here's to a pleasant partnership... brother?"