The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The old man bled from orifice as he died horribly, while Frank got in the limousine he came in. "Drive me to Ninedell Hotel."

The chauffeur was already petrified, but he quickly turned the car and headed to Ninedell Hotel as told since he valued his life.

In Room 1008 of Ninedell Hotel, Hubert was wearing only a bathrobe as he lay sprawled on bed, enjoying Olive Perkin's massage while holding up a phone.

"You don't sound too pleased, Mr. Sorano,” Chaz Graves said from the other end of the line.

"Of course I am! We just lost a golden goose, for fuck's sakes!" Hubert cursed out loud and told Chaz everything that had happened.

"What?!"

Chaz was clearly shocked and repeatedly confirmed that it was the Frank Lawrence he had in mind. Then, musing to himself for a while, he advised calmly "Mr. Sorano, I'd advise you to run right now —Frank is as strong as he is conceited. If I'm not mistaken, he's on his way to you right now!" “Impossible.” Hubert dismissed him confidently. "I've called in one of my family's Birthright rank elders, and his plane had already touched down a while ago. There's no way he'd lose.”

Chaz sighed. "I must insist that you be careful. Frank isn't so easily defeated.”

he going to do, kill me?" Hubert snorted

well. Just don't forget to attend my wedding

I don't care about you, but that's not the case for

as he hung up, snorting, "Be careful? Just because some Birthright rank elite showed up in little Riverton? Chaz Graves is an embarrassment to the rest of us, being

flashed her cleavage. "That bastard is just the Turnbulls' gigolo at

her waist, ready

turned, the door was kicked wide open, and his heart

Lawrence...?" Hubert trailed off, suddenly remembering

bastard as horrific as Chaz claimed, defeating even an