The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank would have let Les live if he did not shoot him–but he did, and that meant death.

Frank squeezed right then.

Crack.

Les‘ neck snapped, his eyes wide opened as he died. He never would have thought that Frank cared so little about him!

With that done, Frank looked around, but the masked man was nowhere to be seen.

He sat on top of a clean boulder to rest, just as Yara caught up and immediately saw his palm bleeding.

Hurrying to him, she asked, “Are you okay, Mr. Lawrence?” “I’m fine,” Frank said, nodding as he looked at his palm and pulled the bullet out.

Yara was left gulping, her heart racing as she watched his blood flow freely out of the wound.

for a while, she came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then

torn shirt revealed her slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was

gunshot wound, Mr.

Frank nodded.

you?”

standing, Frank had saved her and taught her martial arts,

a tree in the distance, and Yara turned to see Les nailed to a tree, his head lopsided and clearly

You killed him, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank nodded again.

this is going to be troublesome…” Yara muttered under

this, but Les is Glen Turnbull’s bastard,”

the masked man killed him, Don’t take the blame.” Frank simply laughed. “He betrayed the Turnbulls. What’s the point of