The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Cold disappointment gripped Helen's heart when she stood at the edge of the land lot, surveying it.

Forget an office building-even factories were impractical when this land lot is so far from the main road!

While there were projects within the area, every block was starting to lean to one side. Cracks were showing on the walls too-they were obvious signs of disrepair. "Frank... 500 million... For this land! We've really taken the fall here." Helen sighed dejectedly-in her point of view, the land was worthless!

The projects were mostly empty too, and most units were unoccupied.

"Well, you'd never know." Frank smiled just then and headed toward the projects before Helen did.

They did not make it too far when they found a group of thugs huddling together, playing poker at a rundown lobby.

They all looked very young but were dressed ridiculously.

One of them, who was facing the entrance, spotted Helen and Frank entering and was at once stunned.

"Hey! It's your call, Blackie!"

you see a

you

the other thugs turned too, and over a dozen

and ignoring Frank, although she was still in her usual black

tall and slender figure, beautiful face, and long legs covered

did she

"Is she an angel?"

step on me, girl?" Blackie inadvertently asked, drawing a loud chorus of laughter around

"This place..."

many residents left here, and the buildings are mostly abandoned... These thugs are the

her head-this land lot