The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky narrowed her eyes curiously. “The Salazar Triplets?” Jackie nodded. “Good eye, Ms. Turnbull–they are indeed the Salazar Triplets of Sunny City.” Vicky snorted in disdain. “And you’re in cahoots with them. That explains how you’ve grown a pair.” Sunny City was right next to Riverton, and the Salazars were top dogs there. That meant they were influential, but it was still surprising to learn that they had expanded here to Riverton.

And after Jackie became a part of their family, Sergio Salazar sent the triplets over to assist him. They were all killers, and while they were actually there to keep an eye on Jackie, Jackie was actually eager to test the depth of their abilities.

Lighting himself a cigarette, Jackie said, “Care to make a bet, Ms. Turnbull?” Vicky put his hands on her hips and snorted in contempt. “Do I look spooked? Who’s up first?” Uno Salazar promptly moved forward, just as Jackie demanded, “What if you lose, Ms. Turnbull?” Vicky smiled. “What would you like?” Jackie’s eyes narrowed as he flashed a sleazy smile, studying her. “Stay the night with me.” Vicky’s expression cooled at those words. “I’d advise you to take that back, or you’d wish you were dead.” Jackie did not seem to care. “Really? That depends on your trio’s abilities.” Vicky shot him a vicious glare before turning back at Frank and the others. “So, any volunteers?” Yara was brimming with confidence after learning the strengthened version of the Boltsmacker.

The same applied for Frank–he was even observing the breath rhythm of the trio and determined that they were around refinist– tier.

Handling them was easy, not to mention that Uno Salazar was the strongest of the triplets.

“I’ll go first,” he said, stepping forward.

Frank frowned. “He’s strong. You’re no match for him.” Even

with him first, and

him, “Shut up! Who’s a match for him then, you?! If anything, it’s good enough if you’d stop being a burden to Ms. Turnbull!” Turning towards Vicky, he then said, “Leave him to me, Ms. Turnbull. We will win with Miss Quill handling the weakest of them.” So he was at least trusting toward the

Frank shook his head. “No comment. If he wants to die, let him.” “Shut your mouth, brat!” Cliff barked, pointing him in

Turnbull!!

the first round.” “I won’t let you down,” Cliff said and walked straight to

backed away, clearing a ring for him