The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank had come to massacre the Larkins, and not by hiding.

He kicked down the front gates with a resounding crash, startling everyone inside.

Countless bodyguards charged out of the mansion right then and surrounded him and Hans.

Cram and Zeb stepped outside, and the latter was sneering when he saw Frank–he really doubted Frank would defeat all of his men!

“You really have the balls to come here, Frank…”

“Shut up!” Cram barked at him before turning toward Frank. “To what do we owe the pleasure this late, Mr. Lawrence?” “Your son’s life,” Frank said, his expression nonchalant but his tone murderous.

Cram frowned. “Zeb made a mistake today, and I apologize. Can’t you look the other way this one time? Let him make amends…” “Why bother writing laws if apologies work?” Frank growled coldly. “Give up your son, and I can spare your life.” “How about twenty million dollars to Ms. Lane in compensation?” Cram pressed, convinced that money could solve everything.

last time,” Frank growled, his tone making it clear they were not talking about this. Give me your son. Don’t make me do this.” Cram might be cowardly, but there was

teeth, “Since you don’t want to see reason, I have no choice! The two of you would either have to kill every man here, or you’ll both die!” “Insolence,” Hans snarled–how dare these scum

sprinted toward Zeb with

in terror as Hans moved

Smack!

as a black–clad man leapt in

several paces backward before he could anchor himself, On the other hand, Hans had already caught himself by just shoving one foot into the ground and was even licking his lips in excitement.

at the black–clad man. “Thank you, Mr.

the eighteenth Earthrank, have to put up with the likes of them?” “Hmm… Scarless Gorm?” Hans was actually surprised. “The one who mastered the twelve forms of Tamarine Kicks?” 2/2 “Oh, you’ve heard of me? Then

Zeb