The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-Quentin did a double take, surprised by Frank’s audacity.

Still, he soon snorted coldly. “Dream on, boy! On this day, Fred Lawrence will fall, while Master Seth lives!” Frank was equally uncompromising. “Fine, then there’s nothing to talk about.

You can get out of here now.” Quentin frowned as he growled coldly, “I didn’t come to talk to you, boy! Tell Fred to come see me!”

Fred wobbled out of Brock’s office just then. “I’m right here. What do you want to tell me?” “Let go of Master Seth and kill yourself, and Flying Sword Sect will not press the issue,” Quentin growled icily. “Do that, or your mother and sister will die with you!” Fred clenched his fist.

He knew that was no threat–Flying Sword Sect could do that.

Quentin could see his hesitation and promptly whipped out his phone to dial a number.

It was soon answered, and he threw it to Fred. “Go on, boy. Talk to your mom.” Fred was absolutely stunned–they had his mother already?!

Are you there?” he

into our house, and they’re stopping us from leaving.” “They’re saying that they are from Flying Sword Sect,”

to die, but he was not ready for trouble to befall

up and wheeled on Quentin as he bellowed, “What do you want?!” “I told you–release Master Seth and kill yourself,” Quentin shot back, poising himself with a sense of superiority amid

fingers were clenching on the handrail, but he knew he could not save his family

hope Flying Sword Sect will keep their

Sect now–not

so much as laid a finger

may consider sparing the women–that, or you will all die!” “I’m saying it one last time! Tell your people to leave!” Frank bellowed in rage, his voice resounding over the lobby, Fred actually felt his

blurted, surprised