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!

just as the Turnbull family retainers strode up, ready to

patience seeing that there was a chance Frank would come around. "Mr. Turnbull,” he said, pointing at George on the bed and smiling. “I won't lie to you—there are still five eggs I have yet to extract from your body, since I only have that much stamina. And if the rest aren't extracted in time, the same thing

turned ashen while panic showed on

anguish earlier was still fresh in George's memory, and he scrambled out of bed, begging Frank, "No... No, no! Please, you have to help me... I don't want to go

time, "You monster! Threatening a patient with his life?!

I wasn't the one who saved your

that, he started to

as he reached the door, Glen called out in