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.

go!" Zac continued, this time going all out with his martial arts. However, Frank dodged him easily again and sent him flying with a kick when

then, he snapped, "Are you just going to watch

coldly at Frank as he came to his senses, his temple veins bulging as he could still taste mop water. "Do you have proof that Marit is the South

“Yeah, where's your evidence?"

you're the

you fine when we're

snapped at the Turnbulls' obvious

up and clapped him on the shoulder, and he

floor and lifted her hair, revealing a beetle-sized bug latching onto her

snapped coolly. "She's now just a puppet—or, if you still doubt me, roll up her sleeves to see the decay on her

red even as he limped from the distance. "She just came back from abroad, and she brought us

Zac paused.