The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Maron's libido dropped as he lost all patience with Frank.

"What are you doing here?! Fuck off!" he bellowed, pointing at the door, only to find Frank still smiling at him. "What, you want your ladies to die?!"

Incensed, he whipped out his phone and called Jorg, even putting the call on speaker just so that Frank could hear him too

"Hello? Master Maron?" Jorg breathed lazily from the other end..

"Cut off one of those ladies’ arms!" Maron snarled viciously and wheeled on Frank with a smug grin. "Hahaha! I warned you, Frank Lawrence! You asked for this!"

However, that was when Jorg yawned audibly from the other end. "Actually, I'm sorry, Master Maron... See, Master Ocean gave me strict orders to protect them instead. The way I see it, you should be going down on your knees and begging daddy, and he just might leave a pretty corpse when he's done. That's all I have to say. Bye..."

Beep.

body stiffened in shock as Jorg hung up on him, and his

a smile at Frank,

nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm

into this! It was Donald Salazar who had planned all this... Yes, it was the Salazars all along! I didn't plan anything! He killed Bocek Ocean and his daughter, then

listened in amusement as

he said, "Time to get down

to the floor, grabbing Frank's trousers while kowtowing endlessly. "Please, Mr. Lawrence... brother! It's all my fault! Please just let me

bawled, his snot and tears all gushing at the same time—hardly the dignified

sighing in disappointment, Frank said, "You really are the worst, and I actually preferred the conceited way you behaved