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.

came to her senses and took off her jacket. She then tore her shirt into strips and helped Frank

slender but muscular waist. Even if she was no beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial artist–she might

that a gunshot wound, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank nodded.

you?” Yara

saved her and taught her martial arts, and so, she

and Yara turned to see Les nailed to a tree, his head

killed him, Mr.

Frank nodded again.

this is going to be troublesome…” Yara muttered

might not know this, but

of their family. If they asked, you should tell them that the masked 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