The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank asked coolly, “What, do you want a fight?” Greg gulped.

He was perfectly self–aware. After that encounter at the restaurant, he knew that he was no match for Frank.

Still, he snorted.

“I won’t stoop to your level,” he said before turning and yelling, “Security!

Security!!!”

his call, and they immediately recognized Frank. ” What is it, Mr. Marsh?” Greg pointed at Frank right then. “He was starting a fight. Aren’t you going to do something?” “What? Starting a fight?” Brendan Fenton, the head

not rich, and the head of security promptly barked, ‘ Apologize to Mr. Marsh right now!” Frank shot him a cool glare in turn. “Who do you think you are, ordering me around?” “Shut up!” Brendan bellowed, surprised that the

and swung

Frank had raised his palm, slapping Brendan and sending

was smiling in turn–it was what he wanted. Frank had now caused a scene at the bank, and

wait–I’ll kill you!” Brendan growled as he scrambled to his feet and barked into his walkie–talkie, “Send everyone! This piece of shit just started a fight!” Soon, a group of security guards poured into the room, with Gina holding her hands at her hips and grinning smugly. “Kill him!” Brendan shot Frank a haughty glare in turn. “Weren’t you being all pompous just a moment ago, brat?!” Helen promptly stepped in front of Frank and explained, “It’s just a misunderstanding. Please be reasonable!” Gina was fuming that Helen would still defend Frank and pulled her away, snapping, “Are you stupid?

then–he just got a fat deposit from