The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank turned toward Olive, his glare murderous. "This is no place for you to speak.”

However, Olive was not afraid of him at all, even puffing her chest as she stood before Frank. "You're only banking on Vicky Turnbull's support! Her family might have some influence, but Mr. Sorano here doesn't fear them, let alone a gigolo like you! Know your place!”

"Just shut up already!" Hubert snapped at her, as he could sense danger—Frank's expression had turned cool from Olive's string of insults, and the dark aura around him was growing stronger! However, Olive showed no sign of stopping, even continuing to provoke Frank. "Mr. Sorano has already looked into you. You have an ex-wife who's going to marry Chaz Graves in a couple days, don't you? If I were you, I'd be hiding somewhere quiet and crying my eyes out. Whoever gave you the balls to come here and harass Mr. Sorano?!"

Then, she yelled haughty outside, "Zorn! Lampon! What are you doing?! Why did you let this bastard in?! Get him out of here already!"

"You can stop shouting now," Frank said quietly. "They won't hear you.”

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Olive exclaimed in disbelief, stiffening.

"They're dead, and both of you are joining him soon.”

"What?!"

realizing the trouble she was in, Olive ran outside to find both Zorn

screamed as she ran down the

chase after her—the instant she started snapping

would get away, but she would also die in despair—it was her deserved fate for

clutching on his towel as he

in. "I told your dogs to relay my warning to you, but you chose to ignore me anyway. You're clearly asking for it, and in that case, there's no