The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Fred had made those handmade guns himself but never used them for years.

He concealed them under his clothes and stepped out of his room.

Carol was already cooking, and seeing her son, she quickly said, “Dinner’s ready soon. Go set up the table.”

“I won’t be needing dinner,” Fred said, walking up to her side. “I’m leaving soon.”

“Leaving?” Carol was taken aback. “It’s going to be dark soon.”

“Something came up at the office,” Fred explained. “Also, if anything happens, you should call Frank Lawrence.”

Carol’s female intuition was screaming to her right then that something bad was going to happen. Grabbing Fred by the arm, she asked, “What are you hiding from me, Fred? You know tell me, whatever it is.”

“I’m fine,” Fred smiled. “You’re being paranoid now, Mom. I’m going now.”

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those words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in

called Frank. “Hello?

with Carol’s call. “Yes, it’s me, Madam

“I was really worried something bad would happen to him. Since you’re more or

Frank

brat headed home,

not bent on getting revenge,

Carol exclaimed anxiously

Frank quickly assured her. “It’s no big deal-I’ll go get him right now, and

Frank promptly called Trevor to send him everything he had on Brock, since. Fred definitely wanted revenge against

as he had everything, Frank got in his call and sped off, calling Fred repeatedly along

answered, leaving Frank

had enough of the

for Fred to refuse-did Fred somehow believe he could take

the evening, many of his colleagues greeted him as