The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Marit's tears were gushing audibly, and she turned toward a dumbfounded Zac in the distance, pouting. "Darling, you don't believe him, do you? Why would I be an enemy of the Turnbulls?"

"Hmm...?"

Frank was caught off guard—this was not part of the plan.

Marit turned back toward him just then, her lips parting slightly to speak in a wavelength that only Frank could hear. "That's for hooking up with that woman."

While Frank was left speechless, Zac bellowed, “Frank Lawrence! Release my wife, you bastard!"

He lunged at Frank like an angry tiger, but Frank easily sidestepped him and tripped him.

"Are you crazy?" Frank snorted in disdain as Zac landed on the floor. "Your wife's already dead. That's just an empty house, controlled by insects.”

“I don't believe you!" Zac bellowed even as he scrambled to his feet and jumped at Frank again.

"Darling, help!" Marit cried miserably, playing along to his tune. However, her eyes flashed with contempt ever so subtly.

with his martial arts. However, Frank dodged him

you just going

Glen glared coldly at Frank as he came to his senses, his temple veins bulging as he could still taste

“Yeah, where's your evidence?"

where we're standing, you're the South

fine when we're all

at the Turnbulls'

on the shoulder, and he took a

Marit to the floor and lifted her hair, revealing a

puppet—or, if you

the distance.

Zac paused.