The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Before Vicky could answer Kiki, Corey was on his feet.

Leveling a cool look at Frank, he said bluntly, "You have nothing to fear as long as I'm around, Kiki. You know that you can't count on someone, and there's every chance he's more a performer than a real martial artist. I've seen too many people like him."

Naturally, he was referring to Frank, but Frank simply snorted and kept eating his dinner, ignoring Corey completely.

On the other hand, Vicky appeared worried that Frank would get upset and moved between him and Corey's glare of disdain. "I chose him personally, and his abilities are above question.”

"Alright, alright... Why are we fighting again?" Ivana quickly tried to keep the peace this time. "Hmph. That's a certain someone's fault for bringing in someone else who has no business being here.” Olive Perkins sneered, folding her arms before her chest.

"Why don't you just cut it out? Haven't you had enough?" Ivana snapped, a little annoyed at that point.

Olive simply snorted coolly and rolled her eyes.

Still, she certainly had cause for that—not only was Vicky more beautiful, but her career

I need a really strong bodyguard. Since Frank is

his lips. "Don’t pin your hopes on the wrong man, Kiki. You'd be in deep trouble if a scandal

clearly still upset with

banquet hall were kicked open violently, and everyone

on the floor, who was unconscious and bleeding from his head. "What's the meaning of this?!" Corey demanded, realizing right away

to see those men, and her gaze was suddenly evasive