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 tore her shirt into strips

was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist–she might even beat Vicky in

gunshot wound, Mr. Lawrence?” she asked

Frank nodded.

shot you?” Yara

saved her and taught her martial arts, and

Frank pointed at a tree in the distance, and Yara turned to see Les nailed to

him, Mr. Lawrence?” Yara quickly

Frank nodded again.

is going to be troublesome…” Yara muttered under

know this, but Les is

man killed him, Don’t take the blame.” Frank simply laughed. “He betrayed the Turnbulls. What’s the point of letting him live? He’s dead anyway, and if the Turnbulls really pressed the issue, that just proves their