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.

those three pests if she did not start trouble out of

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

his face, his expression contorted viciously.

had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck

as Tuck stubbornly clung on

make you pay for hitting me!” Tuck snapped and

his call got through, a black-clad man

he saw the man, and he laughed at Frank madly as he snapped,

he scrambled toward the man in shades, hugging the man’s feet as he bawled, “Mr. Yorkman! Please, you

meters away as he snorted

Tuck Mahan! My brother Zuck Mahan posted bail to have me

finally remembered.

actually pleased to be called a good-for-nothing—if anything,

girl and attacked me in public! You have to