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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in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the

called Frank. “Hello?

arrived home when he was surprised with Carol’s call.

something bad would happen to him. Since you’re more or less the same age, could you check on him and

left?” Frank asked,

headed home,

bent on

Carol exclaimed anxiously

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

he hung up, Frank promptly called Trevor to send him everything he had on Brock, since. Fred

he had everything, Frank got in his call and sped off,

never answered,

enough of

to help with Fred’s revenge, only for Fred

the evening, many of his