The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

And as soon as the fixer division was in trouble, Peter came to inform Frank immediately despite his terrible pain and the possibility of death.

Even if Peter had been a real bastard before, he had truly turned around, and Helen willingly accepted him as her brother again.

Naturally, seeing him lying in a pool of his own blood left her tearing up in panic.

"Calm down. I've stopped his bleeding-he's safe for now," Frank said.

At the same time, he thrusted a needle into Peter's bullet wounds and extracted the bullets with his pure vigor, letting them drop loudly with a metallic clink. "What?! Are those... bullet holes?!"

It was only then that Helen noticed Peter's injury.

Frank nodded, picking up the bullets and turning toward the security guards nearby. "Let him rest at the Lanecorp dorms. He's mostly fine now."

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence," the security guards replied and brought out a stretch to carry Peter away.

"Helen!" Frank caught her since she was about to follow, looking her solemnly in the eye and saying, "Someone in Zamri is targeting Lanecorp. You'd best be careful-don't meet strangers if you can." "Okay!" Helen nodded repeatedly, clasping a hand over her mouth.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Frank released her, allowing her to chase after Peter.

big deal, with links to the black market-even Blackrank," Vicky said as she took the bullets Frank passed

to fool around all the time,

and said, "It's the caliber usually used for a Mac-10. If I'm

and the black

woman's face

Juno Enigma.

and the black market, but she knew

seat in a

especially enthralling as she stretched, having just woken

when she heard the voice, and not because Frank met yet another woman, but rather

a question," Frank said