The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Meanwhile, at a certain military barracks in the fringes of Riverton, an officer wearing camos was taking a nap in his office.

When his phone suddenly jingled with a notification, he snorted impatiently as he took his cap off his face. “Who the fuck is it? It’s in the middle of the friggin‘ afternoon…” As he grumpily whipped out his phone, he was wide awake when he saw the sender.

“Oh, shit…” He scrambled to his feet and barked at his men, “Assemble everyone, stat!”

Aside from the soldiers at the barracks, the Quills were assembling as well.

Vicky wasted no time and called Cliff Dixon as well, telling him to gather every man at their disposal to come to the clubhouse.

Quills alone would be no

Sword Sect? Don’t you know how powerful they are?” Vicky frowned. “So what?” “We’re not the only faction in Riverton!” Susan lectured her. “And now you’d make enemies of the sect because of one man? That’s no different from shooting ourselves in the foot! Also, we still have the Salazars breathing down our necks–they’d come for us as soon as we show any sign of weakness!” “So what?! Frank is worth it! And as long as

to sacrifice themselves for nothing, let alone Frank Lawrence.” “Just stay out of this, Mom!” Vicky reasoned. “This is serious–our family’s future is at stake!” Susan, however, thought nothing of it. “Save it. You’re just blinded

Vicky snapped, stamping her feet angrily–that mother of hers would really

“I’m sorry,