The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Gina snapped boldly, “The bank card, of course!” “The bank card? Why should I give it to you?” Frank chuckled despite himself, amused by her haughty bearing.

Gina wagged her finger as she said, “You freeloaded off my family and hurt my son. Shouldn’t you pay me for that? That’s ten million for freeloading and another ten million for my son’s medical fees. Now give me the card!” “That’s enough, Mom. Let’s just go,” Helen felt speechless and embarrassed that her mother was so unreasonable. Did Frank even spend that much when he was in their family?!

“Get off!” Gina snapped as she pushed her own daughter away—she would get that money today no matter what!

Frank in turn stood with his hands clasped behind his back, growling coolly, “I did freeload off your family for three years, but I’ve repaid you already. As for Peter, Ms. Turnbull beat him up because he tricked her, and you’ll learn how terrible her vengeance can be once her schedule frees up. Also, word of advice:

stay away from Greg Marsh, or you’ll eventually get embroiled with his mess.” Gina snorted in disdain. “Don’t think you can threaten us with Vicky Turnbull.

else did your waning business manage to gather so many contracts?” “Shut up!” Gina bellowed. “That’s my daughter’s success! It has nothing to do with you. Now

only believe what they wanted,

say it one last time. Let

stubbornly. “What are you gonna do about that?” Frank’s eyes narrowed, his killing intent spilling out

glare was like blades that stabbed

help releasing him, and Frank snorted as he got

turned toward Helen and warned, “You’d best not lend Greg a single cent. He’s nothing good.” Helen