The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Jorg sneered.

He looked down to see Aria curled up from fear and reached out to pick her up before flinging her outside the room as if she were a ball.

"Go!" he barked. "Gather everyone around the residence here. I might even spare your lives if I'm in a good mood, but if you run..."

Eron panicked as Jorg's black machete inched toward him, and he promptly yelled at Aria, "Go! Do what Mr. Zayas said. Tell everyone it's my order! Just go!"

However, just as Aria pushed herself off the ground, she saw Gorde’s decapitated body just beside her.

She promptly started yelling and fleeing like mad.

Eron almost suffered a stroke right then. "Dumb bitch!"

"Are you really running?”

On the other hand, once Jorg saw what Aria was doing, he waved his hand.

pure vigor instantly, launched into

shoulders that were now a bloody pulp before collapsing on the ground, her fate

toward the trembling Shane. "Go on, boy, or it'd be worse

outside without another word, yelling as he ran down the hallway, "Everyone! Assemble at the

at Shane's tactfulness, while

"M-Mr. Zayas... So what have we done to warrant this? I've even met your high elder just days ago—he promised that once Frank Lawrence is dead, he would take my daughter to

"Frank Lawrence?"

as he chuckled coolly. "Cut the crap, Eron White. I only

clenched his knuckles. "Then at least call your high elder to check! Someone could be impersonating him and giving you those orders—wouldn't you be punished if you killed me

Eron tirelessly pleaded his case, and he could see that Eron was not

his daughter really going