The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Kait whipped out his knife and pressed it against Winter’s neck, all while glaring warily at Frank.

Witness stiffened, afraid to move an inch–to think that a poor student like her would be caught in a hostage situation!

Frank narrowed his eyes in turn and stopped, while Kait was smiling again.

“Hmph. So you care a lot about this doll, kid?” “I hate threats the most,” Frank growled, glowering murderously. “Let her go, and I’ll let you live.”

“Shit, who do you think you’re fooling?” Kait snorted, deciding that Frank was no mobster given his getup..

Hell, the man would not really kill even if he was at his mercy!

Naturally, he kept threatening Frank. “You’re good, aren’t you? But if you want this chick to live, you’ll have to sacrifice your hand.” Frank clenched his knuckles, and Kait promptly pressed his knife closer to Winter’s neck.

neck to avoid it, afraid to move as she could already feel

eyes bulging viciously. “Push me, and you’ll see what I’m really capable of!” Zeb scrambled to his feet right then and shouted at Frank as well, “Don’t just stand there! Do it, or Winter will get killed!” He was certainly eager for Frank to lose a

like how Winter was infatuated with him now, but she would never stay

breathed softly through her teeth, “Don’t…” “Shut up! You don’t get to talk

that, Frank picked up a shattered bottle and leveled its sharp

at once

a knife–and once Frank lost one arm, he would

thrusted the shattered bottle on his own arm, his

Shunk!