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.

He only regained consciousness during the wee hours of the

you, Frank Lawrence, even if it’s the last thing I do…”

to be exceedingly difficult. After all, Frank was the

Leo’s successor, Scarface, absolutely revered

racking his brains on what he should do, someone kicked open the door to his

filed inside, and he snapped, “Who the fuck are you people?”

Sean was left stunned by the sudden slap, the others had already hoisted him and carried

regained his senses. “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

and not your normal thug Soon, Sean was taken downstairs and shoved into an MPV, which took them straight to

was stunned again did Scarface want