The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"No rush.” Frank rubbed his chin as he continued, "If it's deer musk, it'd be mixed with water, no?" "Nothing you said was right!" Kendra lost all patience and strode up at Frank, pointing at him as she snapped, "Get out of here and stop wasting our time!"

"Why don't you just give up already?" Titus Lionheart added gleefully.

"That's right—you should leave,” Glen agreed, posturing himself as head of the Turnbulls. "We won't stop you, but you don't get to mention Vicky ever again or set foot in our house, you hear?"

Frank narrowed his eyes but eventually nodded. "I have an idea of what Mr. Turnbull has been infected with. The symptoms started a week ago, catalyzed by deer musk which he consumed frequently, and not in solid form..."

Taking out the needles he always carried with him, he looked around at everyone and said, "I will now perform acupuncture. If the information you've given me is right, Mr. Turnbull will wake up soon.”

"Stop it!" Glen snapped, frowning. "Don't bother forcing yourself. Let Professor Roberts work— you're not leaving this house if you worsen my father's condition!”

you hurt my husband! Glen, call in your

stopped them just as the

want Frank to win, just as he

top priority was to see Frank fail, yield,

standing up for Frank—just to make him fail and be

Glen. "Why don't we trust him one last time? Don't worry—my men are waiting right outside. We will take him down if he

will be able to clean things

left Glen