The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank wobbled up to Tuck, remaining impassive as he growled, “I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen.

You can’t blame me for that.”

“He hit Tuck! Go!”

Tuck’s two thug friends promptly picked up empty bottles off the table as well.

However, Frank had already smashed both their heads with each one bottle, leaving them dropping limply to the floor, their heads cracked and bleeding.

Even as one of them clutched his face and blood streamed down his forehead, he shrieked, “You hit Tuck! You’re a dead man!”

On the other hand, Aria was clapping excitedly upon seeing the three thugs being beaten up. “You’re so cool, Mr. Lawrence! Go on, kill those bastards!”

Frank shot her a cold, impatient glare in turn, and Aria’s thrill turned to fear.

three pests if she did not

away the broken bottle he was holding and started to leave… and was surprised when Tuck, still on

his face, his expression contorted viciously.

you want?” Frank growled impatiently, Tuck most likely had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck and his thug friends’ heads

eyes flashed murderously as

snapped and pulled his phone

got through, a black-clad man in shades

lit up with savage delight as soon as he saw the man, and he laughed at Frank madly as he

scrambled toward the man in shades, hugging the man’s feet as he

surprised and promptly kicked Tuck several meters away as he snorted in disgust, “Who the

forget? I’m Tuck Mahan! My brother Zuck

take, though he finally remembered. “Oh, the Mahan family’s good-for-nothing? So?

called a good-for-nothing—if anything,

him, Mr. Yorkman! He stole my girl and attacked me in public! You have