The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Hudson Stewart, liver, five hundred grand.

"Jane Weston, skin graft, nine hundred grand."

The shocking transactions left Podrick Daffey turning pale, his lips trembling.

On the other hand, Frank was chuckling nonchalantly, "Hehe. See, Captain Daffey? This isn't just rumors now every transaction has the official stamp of Zamri Hospital's former head coroner, and even the wire transfers are all sent to Yannick Jorst's account."

Podrick could only gulp as he stared at the ledger, various expressions alternating over his face.

"What's wrong, Captain Daffey?"

Yannick was left confused that Podrick would look so shocked and flustered despite his usual poker face, though his eyes soon widened when he came close, and he stared at Frank in disbelief.

"W-What... Where did you get this from-no, wait! I mean..."

Yannick did a double take and quickly corrected himself, "This is slander! Slander! It's a conspiracy by Zamri Hospital and Frank Lawrence! Don't believe anything you read, Captain Daffey!"

Even as he snapped, he snatched the ledger, tore it into pieces, and swallowed it.

Frank clicked his tongue, impressed as Yannick choked trying to swallow the ledger, his eyes bulging in the exertion. "I haven't said a word, Mr. Jorst, but you've spilled the beans on your own. But that's fine... you really didn't have to panic.

"This briefcase here is actually filled with more ledgers-concrete evidence that proves you were working with storeroom managers to sell the organs of the deceased. Do your best to swallow those too-that way, I might have nothing to give the commissioner."

Seeing Frank grinning confidently as he patted the briefcase on the table, Yannick was left dropping on the floor in despair with a thud.

"You piece of shit!"

Nearby, Fredo was left seething as he looked on, especially the way Yannick tried his damndest to swallow a piece of ledger.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Even then, he felt a tinge of terror inside.

In fact, he was trembling at the

thought of what his father would do if he found out that their plan had failed completely, with Frank turning the tables against them on top of that...

Fredo really had no idea how he could survive his father's wrath now. "And you, Mr. Barzini."

That was when Frank turned toward the dumbstruck Fredo, clapping him on the shoulder. "I heard that the commissioner is putting together a party for Carlo Group at Emerald Court tonight?"

"Huh?!" Fredo looked up at Frank, dumbfounded.

How could Frank find out about that?! They even made sure to keep it a secret!

On top of that, the party was to celebrate the fall of Zamri Hospital, after which Carlo Group would take over.

However, despite all their boasting, Carlo Group had completely failed their task.

In fact, Zamri Hospital did not just

foil their plans-they had really landed a solid punch back, and the purpose of the party was really moot at this point.

And seeing Fredo's look of shock, Frank smiled and threw an arm around his back, leading him out through the main entrance of Zamri Hospital. No one moved to stop them along the way, just as Fredo soon saw hundreds of security officers from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department. They were standing in formation, their hands clasped behind their back, their expressions impassive.