The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Getting himself a chair and sitting down, Hux continued, "See, I came into this life to seek position and money, not to satisfy some mindless gratification. I'm no longer a greenhorn like you—I'm done staking my life for anything, and that's how I reached where I am now.

"These days, if there's something I want, I'd use this," he said, tapping his head before holding up and brandishing a knuckle, "instead of this. So, are you interested, kid?"

"Sounds intriguing...” Frank rubbed his chin, while thinking to himself that Morhen's mobsters certainly were different from Riverton's—they could at least see the big picture.

"In that case, I'll be frank.” He chuckled. "I sent those students away because I didn't want to be distracted, but because I'm ready to clean the house. But since what you offered intrigued me, I changed my mind."

The hint of murderous intent in his smile left Hux stiffening, and his heart skipped a beat while cursing under his breath.

Still, he knew he was lucky not to push Frank's buttons given how much of a greenhorn he was. "Ahem..."

nodded and said, "So, that means you're joining my gang? Good,

really don't care about joining your gang. I'm just interested

talking about?" Hux was confused—Frank was interested, but not in joining? "Like you said, I'm not from here," Frank

you're saying you want

your gang.” Frank smiled, shaking his head before

"You're saying..."

finished, "I'll help you

in disbelief for a moment, Cid had enough and leapt up, pointing at Frank's face as he snapped, "Shut up! My brother is at best the underboss—do you even know how powerful the boss is?! And you're saying you're usurping his place?