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.

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

lasted for seconds before Maron squeezed a smile at

nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm

coerced 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,

amusement as Maron pleaded

to get

threw himself to the floor, grabbing Frank's trousers while kowtowing endlessly. "Please, Mr.

all gushing at the same time—hardly the dignified bearing a Birthright rank elite

head and sighing in disappointment, Frank said, "You really are the worst, and I actually preferred