The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Staring at the blood splatter and remains sticking to the wall, Zac sighed. "Build a cenotaph for Mr. Ziege. It's only thanks to him that I'm alive.”

"Mr. Turnbull..."

The Turnbull family bodyguards watched as Frank left and whispered into Zac's ear, "Are we just going to let him go to Turnbull House? Your brother gave express orders not to let him get in touch with Ms. Turnbull, not even through phone calls... Ms. Blue is clearly going against that, so shouldn't we punish her per family law?"

"Family law?" Zac shook his head, chuckling ironically. "We'd all be dead if not for Frida Blue. If there's anyone who needs to be punished..."

Yonca's lofty face appeared in Zac's mind right then.

Soon, Frank arrived at Turnbull House in Frida's car.

As expected of one of the Four Families of Morhen, they certainly lived differently—somehow, their furnishings and houses were a class above the Jankos.

Marble statues, artistic works, and expensive vases lined the courtyard and hallways, each of them worth a fortune.

every family could be

red carpet-lined road, stopping outside a massive reception hall. "Mr. Turnbull is waiting for you inside, Mr. Lawrence. Do go in," Frida said after opening the

on George Turnbull first?" Frank said, just wanting to get it over with and see Vicky instead of continuing to

mouth hung open. "It's Mr.

"Got it." Frank sighed.

to pester Frida, and she had done her best in helping him contact Vicky. He strode up the

and held his head

a novice like Frank could see how valuable they were,

enthusiastically offered