The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sif kept bellowing, "You, Vicky Turnbull... Everyone around you! None of them will be spared, I swear!"

Her threat left Frank incensed, and he turned to bellow at Jet, "You heard that, didn't you?! Aren't you blackguards supposed to protect the Turnbull family?! Sif is threatening to hurt them, and you're just standing there?! Is your brain smooth or something?!"

Jet, however, remained unmoved. "That's your personal grudge against Ms. Lionheart. I'm afraid you've made the wrong move if you're planning to use us against her."

"Shit!" Frank bellowed furiously, wanting nothing less to round up the Turnbull blackguards and burn them. "You're not going to fight back even if your enemy has a blade against your neck?! When are you going to do it-after they stab you half to death?!"

His words did not sway Jet at all, and he even shook his head. "The blackguards carry out orders of the Turnbull family-not you, a person of no consequence. If I were you, I'd really stop flailing around like you're doing now. It's just embarrassing."

With that, Jet and the Turnbull blackguards left the building, while Frank remained alone, leaning against the wall.

Crack.

His fingers clenched, crushing a corner of the wall.

"Hahaha!!!" Sif was still laughing, her voice especially stinging to Frank's ears.

was when a familiar

Hux Darman, who was musing to himself, "What the hell?

wild pang of joy when he saw

too, and he hurried to him. "Oh, Mr. Lawrence! When did you come

stop him, and pointed at Sif in the distance

mobster to the last, Hux quickly called in his men, and over a hundred goons charged

"What's up, boss?!"

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