The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Frank's rage clearly showed on his face. "Heh. I came prepared to tear you down into pieces, mongrel!" Stanley shall pay for causing him so much trouble!

Nheless, Stanley retorted, "That's some big talk from a fugitive! It seems that you really don't care if you live!" However, as the mastermind, he could not afford to allow his plot to be exposed through that USB stick either.

He glanced behind at his two bodyguards, who caught their kill.

Neither hesitated and leapt toward Frank in a pincer move.

Whoosh!

The crowd was stunned even as they watched the bodyguards suddenly charge straight at Frank.

While everyone knew about Frank's strength, neither bodyguards were pushovers either. Even if they stood no chance against Frank, would they really go down in just one hit?

Instead, as everyone looked on in confusion, one of them suddenly leapt into the air, streaking toward the LED screen at an awkward angle! At the same time, Stanley smirked-Frank was still caught in his web, as long as the USB stick and the LED screen were destroyed! However, that was when Elder Fango moved and caught the bodyguard with a vice-like grip, growling, "Are you done?"

Stunned, Stanley quickly turned toward the other bodyguard... but he was already dead!

Everyone was right when they believed that neither bodyguard was a match for Frank, but they really would not have gone down in just one hit. They had merely created a false opening, all to destroy the evidence against Stanley.

However, that also meant giving Frank the opportunity to one-shot one of them.

At the same time, Elder Fango was glowering as he turned toward Stanley. "Mr. Durban, this is a memorial hall. How would the deceased rest in peace with your antics?"

He could certainly read what Stanley was up to, having seen so much action across the years.

And having ran out of tricks, Stanley started to back away, intent on fleeing. "Elder Fango, it's all just a misunderstanding!" "Trying to run now?"

Frank leapt forward and broke one of Stanley's legs with an audible crack.

"Argh!"

Even as Stanley fell to the floor, screaming, he yelled, "Elder Fango! Did you see that?! He attacked me right under your nose! He's clearly disrespecting you and the Martial Alliance! Make him pay!"

"You reap what you sow!" Elder Fango spat, clearly taking Frank's side now.

"Fine! You're just a geezer like the rest of them! Just you wait, I will-argh!!!"

Stanley was screaming again, as Frank broke his other leg before he could finish his threat.

"You sure talk a lot. Can we get on with watching the video already?" Frank spat, leering at the vile worm.

The LED screen lit up right then as a grainy video played.

It must have been captured by some

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crude pinhole camera, but everyone could still see Stanley sitting on a torn@ouch in front of a tea table stacked with dollar notes. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Blackie was behind the tea table, held on his knees by several black-clad men even as he kept struggling and cursing Stanley's existence.

"That's Blackie!" Vicky recognized him first.

"Blackie? Who's that?" Helen asked in confusion.

"It's a long story, but he's one the boys Frank took in under his wing..."

Vicky sighed in disappointment, as she did not expect the youth to be led astray. "He's kind to a fault, but... Ugh!"

Meanwhile, in the video, Stanley was goading Blackie. "Help me bring down Frank Lawrence, and everything on this table will be yours!" "Fuck you!"

Blackie was still glaring murderously at Stanley, trying but repeatedly failing to free himself. "I owe Frank Lawrence! I'm no ungrateful scum!" "Oh, feisty! I like that!"

Stanley laughed and suddenly took a

stack of bills off the table. "But

seeing how poor you are, shouldn't you plan for a rainy day? So, I'm

giving you another chance... are you going to do me a favor or not?"

swney