The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Wait, don't pay your respects." Frank waved the Blue Fangs off. "I'm not interested in becoming a gang leader. Just watch yourselves and stay out of trouble."

Then, handily grabbing Ted's mohawk and shaking it, Frank said, "Also, clean up your act. I will make arrangements for everyone to be given a set of uniform-starting today, you are all employees of Lanecorp's health and security department!"

"What?" Ted exclaimed, not quite understanding what was happening.

"What do you mean, 'what'?! Do you have something to say about that?" Frank demanded, glaring pointedly at the thugs.

Most of them were quickly kneeling out of gratitude. The thug life was not at all their dream, since most of them were just scraping by. They simply had the poor fortune of an unfortunate birth, lack of education, and skill.

As such, while some were resistant to the idea of being recruited by a major company, most of them appeared hopeful.

One of them even mustered his courage and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence... but do we get paid?"

"Of course-what do you think?" Frank snorted. "You're all covered for everything, there'll be incentives, and your meals are covered. There's maternity leave too, in case you're thinking about having kids!" The thugs all laughed at his joke, and the vibes were immediately cheerful.

toward Ted. "So? What

the dregs of society if not for

Ted's confident assurance. "Terry, was

no..." Ted quickly flashed an

that the man was around his age but already tactful and experienced. "Good. Then the Blue Fangs and whatnot are gone from now on. There's only Lanecorp's health and security department-I'm the chief, while you're

though it still

it sound like he would

at him, while pointing at Helen. "See, your pay and merits are all up to this beauty.

before!" Ted promptly said. "The Blue Fangs... I mean, I will definitely serve you to