The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

There was an urgent knock on his door just then, and Frank opened it to find a man he did not recognize.

Still, his finely tailored suit made it clear he was not your average Joe, and there was a burly black- clad bodyguard behind him.

“Who are you?” Frank asked.

Tidus did not waste his breath and asked bluntly, “Frank Lawrence? I’m Gerald Simmons‘ son.” Frank promptly understood. “It seems your father’s condition is worse than I thought.” 11 Tidus seized his collar right then. “You did something to him, didn’t you?!” His father was perfectly fine despite being sick on occasion but was suddenly dying after meeting this brat!

He really doubted this brat was innocent!

Frank simply smiled. “Your father is plagued with multiple conditions, with his thorax being maimed during his younger days. It was always on the verge of aggravation. Also, I just need to lift my finger and he’d be dead–why go through so much trouble?” Tidus considered that for a long while before eventually growling, “You’re coming with me to help my dad. You can ask for anything you want once he’s cured–if you don’t, I’ll cripple you, your connection with Vicky Turnbull be damned.” Frank’s eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?” “You can think of it that way,” Tidus replied staunchly.

Frank moved right then, seizing Tidus‘ wrist and clenching, dislocating it from his shoulder in an instant!

Get him!” Tidus barked at the bodyguard,

answered it with his own

Pow!

bodyguard yelled–his knuckle was left deformed as

left dumbstruck

But even at his level, the brat broke Governor Quill’s hand

to come see me. You are in no position to speak with me.” “What-” Before Tidus could finish, Frank had already kicked him out

“Sir, what