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?!

there?” he called

on the other end. “Fred… What did you do?” “Mom? Where are you? Are you alright?” “I’m alright…” Carol said quietly. “All these people just came charging into our house, and they’re stopping

die, but he was

“It’s alright, Winter. It’s not that serious–I can handle this.” With that, he hung 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

handrail, but he knew

I hope Flying Sword Sect will keep their promise-” “Stop,” Frank spoke just then, his

Sword Sect now–not after they had the

they had so much as laid a finger on her, he would wipe them

Quentin snapped furiously. “Let Master Seth go, and we 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

he blurted, surprised