The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank sighed. "You should quit frequenting places like these."

"Yeah," Kat replied and glanced at Helen, who came to help with an exasperated smile. "I was going to perform for you. I didn't think this would happen."

"It's fine. Just don't talk." Helen smiled wryly, wiping the blood off Kat's cheek.

"Let's go." Frank looked around, nodding at Lily before starting to leave.

"Who told you that you could leave?!" A thunderous voice bellowed from the back of the bar, and a burly man over two meters tall and wearing a black tank top strode in.

He was leading a group of men as they strode in through the back door, and the bar owner, Pico, was bowing immediately. "Welcome, Mr. Blackfive..."

nonchalantly, looking around at the messed up bar before turning toward Frank, "Aren't you going to pay us damages after the mess you made? That doesn't make sense, does it?" He picked up

problems and so asked,

raised his

strode up, frowning. "Don't you

"Oh...?"

then, his eyes flashed greedily and he licked his lips, grinning, "Five hundred grand? Don't

in the

other hand, he laughed gleefully. "You're done! You messed with Mr. Blackfive now... Don't you know? He's friends with the Soranos!" "Exactly." Blackfive grinned even if he had no idea who Soren was,