The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

However, Glen could also see his father's tearful, miserable look. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and gave in. "I'll let you see Vicky if you cure my father completely, alright?!"

"I don't believe you." Frank smiled and shook his head.

"What—" Glen blurted.

Frank raised a hand to stop him right then, his expression cool as he said, "I've already seen how you rose to prominence as a magnate— verbal agreements are clearly pointless since you won't honor them. Do you really think your words still hold sway over me? How cute.” Frank's ruthless unmasking of Glen's true nature almost gave Glen a stroke, but he mustered himself for his father's sake and asked Frank stiffly, “Then what are your demands?"

“I want to meet Vicky right now," Frank said calmly.

While Glen did not refuse him immediately, he shook his head and asked quietly, "Why should I trust you? What if you refuse to help my father after you meet Vicky?"

"Then it's pointless to discuss this." Frank waved him off. “Take care, Mr. Turnbull."

"Stop..."

again. "Alright, you have a deal. My people will take you to Vicky, but you must promise me not

you still think you're

him, finally losing all patience as he growled coolly,

you can take me to Vicky right now, and I just might save your father if I'm in a good

can be sure I'll be paying a visit during your family's annual dinner and come bearing gifts!" “The choice is up to you. I'm counting down from

he had always been the one threatening people, not the

not only did it hurt to be threatened like this, but whichever options he chose meant