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.

all, he would not have been bothered by those three pests if

the broken bottle he was holding and started to leave… and was

his expression contorted viciously. “Do you think you can just

Frank growled impatiently, Tuck most likely had no idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck and his thug

murderously as

make you pay for hitting me!” Tuck snapped and pulled his phone

through, a black-clad man in shades just happened to enter

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

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

and promptly kicked Tuck several meters away as he snorted in disgust,

brother Zuck Mahan posted bail to have me

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

called a good-for-nothing—if

stole my girl and attacked me