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

and was surprised when Tuck, still on the floor,

contorted viciously. “Do you think you can just leave

idea, but Frank had been holding back—if he had not, Tuck and his thug friends’

flashed murderously as Tuck stubbornly clung on to

make you pay for hitting me!” Tuck snapped and

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

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

shades, hugging the man’s feet as

away as

Mahan! My brother Zuck Mahan posted

Yorkman doing another double take, though he finally remembered. “Oh, the Mahan family’s good-for-nothing? So? What happened

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

He stole my girl and attacked me in public!