The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"In other words..." Frank reared his head and leveled Glen a look of disdain. "Vicky is only worth fifteen billion dollars to you?"

"What, is that not enough for you?" Glen frowned in growing impatience —Frank really had an appetite!

"No." Frank smiled, shaking his head. "In your world, money can buy everything... But for me, it's just scrap paper. I won't give up on Vicky no matter how much you pay me, because she's priceless to me." "Frank Lawrence!" Kendra flipped out right then, pointing at Frank as she snapped, "We've been playing nice, whippersnapper!"

"Be reasonable!" Glen bellowed at Frank too. "I've been extending enough olive branches endlessly, but if you keep being stubborn..." "What?" Frank leveled a gloating look at Glen's furious glare. "Retainers! Take him—we'll enforce our family's law!" Glen bellowed, giving up on all pretense since Frank was not giving in.

He would Kill Frank right here and now—they just had to make him vanish if he refused to give up on Vicky!

hand just as the Turnbull family

five eggs I have yet to extract from your body,

off, but Glen's face turned ashen while panic showed

was still fresh in George's memory, and he scrambled out of bed, begging Frank, "No... No, no!

a patient with his

shook his head. "Oh, but I don't care. Glen Turnbull over there insisted I wasn't the one who saved your husband—it was Professor Roberts. With

he started to

the door, Glen called out in clearly repressed rage, "W-Wait,