The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Sir, what-"

"Move." Frank pushed away the attendants standing in his way, striding toward Will.

Seizing the man by the collar, he shoved him into the men's room and slammed the door shut loudly, locking it.

"What do you want?!" Will growled through his teeth, his eyes flaring in rage at Frank even as he watched himself bleed profusely from the palm.

"What do I want? I should be asking that question instead."

Frank shoved Will to the floor, sneering as he stepped on Will's pierced palm, making him scream again.

Narrowing his eyes coldly, Frank growled, "First of all, let's start with who you really are... You got close to Lanecorp through Cindy, for what? To keep someone occupied?! Who is it?! Talk!" "W-What are you talking about?! I don't know anything!"

Will panicked at Frank's questioning, not knowing how Frank found out.

"Not going to talk, huh? Well, this isn't on me..."

talk. Moreover, Will was definitely more

shot into

felt pure agony from his neck and was clutching it as he

I need, and you'd feel the worst pain known to men if you keep

his voice reverberated and caused every fiber of Will's being to spasm. His sense of pain appeared to be magnified a hundred times, and it cut to

his

the very last bit

"Hmph."

Will in the stomach and caught the needle shot out of his mouth. "Then

he seemed to see hell for half a minute, and half of his

Frank could really make him wish

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