The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Mell Turnbull bellowed, “You have no right” Frank simply crossed his legs as he retorted nonchalantly, “Vicky’s the one who gave me the shares, and she will tell me if she wants it back. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” “You son of a…” Neil could choke–Frank was really belittling him!

Walter quickly stood up to clear the air. “It’s alright, Neil. Just calm down…”

Susan was frowning in turn. “Frank Lawrence, I am telling you this as Vicky’s mother, and I have thought long and hard about this.” “Really? Why don’t you walk me through your thought process?” Frank asked bluntly.

“That’s enough!” The black–clad man on the main seat bellowed. “I didn’t come for your nonsense!” Turning toward Frank with a look of contempt, he growled, “So you’re Frank Lawrence?” “Yes,” Frank replied, studying the man in turn. “And you are?” His abundant vigor and strong physique made it obvious that he was a martial elite.

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of us, kid. Finn Chandler may be a bastard, but his life was not yours to take. We were going to kill you, but we will spare your life if you give up your shares.” Frank simply laughed. “How boastful can you get? Finn hurt my ex–wife, and I have yet to come for your heads… And you’re already demanding compensation?” “Watch your words, Frank!” Susan promptly snapped at Frank for his impudence.

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around me.” Walter gulped. “Please don’t be reckless, Mr.