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

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

but Glen's face turned ashen

of bed, begging Frank, "No... No, no! Please, you have

his life?! And you call yourself a healer?! Don't you know the Hippocratic

Kendra's despicable insult, but he simply smiled and shook his head. "Oh, but I don't care. Glen Turnbull over there insisted I wasn't the one who

he started to

door, Glen called out in