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.

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

beauty, there was no arguing her stunning figure as a martial

a gunshot wound, Mr. Lawrence?”

Frank nodded.

you?” Yara asked

she was standing, Frank had saved her and taught

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

Mr. Lawrence?” Yara quickly

Frank nodded again.

is going to be troublesome…”

“You might not know this, but Les is Glen

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