The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-“I owe you an apology for this,” Vicky told Frank solemnly. “I hope you won’t mind it. And whatever happens in a year, I’ll transfer all my shares of Riverton Pharma to you.” Frank was perplexed, though he noticed the bemusement and helplessness in Vicky’s eyes.

“You don’t seem convinced I could surpass the Lionhearts,” he said.

Vicky sighed, a look of wariness showing in her gaze. “You won’t succeed even for a decade, let alone a year. They’re far scarier than you’d ever imagine.” Frank smiled in silence in return.

After all, he was far scarier than she would ever imagine, too.

He got up, bidding her goodbye and started to head back to the hotel, though he sneezed violently twice just as he stepped outside the doorway.

“Who the hell was badmouthing me?” he growled.

Meanwhile, Sean was lying quietly in a room within Riverton Hospital, his body covered in bandages.

only regained consciousness after being thoroughly beaten up. He only regained consciousness during the wee hours of the morning, feeling agony all

the last thing

but that was going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, Frank was the one who had killed West City’s

successor, Scarface, absolutely revered

he should do, someone kicked open the door to his

fuck are you

the sudden slap, the others had

“I am the Sean Wesley-” “shut up,” one of them bellowed with a murderous glare. “Speak again, and we’ll cut off that tongue.” Sean cringed in fear and promptly turned docile–the glare already made it clear that this gang was

offended. However, these men were clearly professionals and not your normal thug

again did Scarface want to beat him up