The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank nodded and added, "I'll have everyone from the health and security department come over and protect Lanecorp. This place will be fine if they're after me, but once I leave, they'll come if they're after Lanecorp in the first place."

Vicky nodded. "Yeah. I'll have my family's blackguards help too."

"Blackguards?"

Frank remembered the Turnbull blackguards.

He did not hold up much hope-those men had ability, but they also had serious attitude problems.

Still, anything worked, and the more the merrier.

Nodding, Frank wasted no time and took the elevator down to the basement parking lot, when his phone rang just as he got into his car.

At a nearby tower, a masked middle-aged man was sitting in a distant skyscraper, concealed behind a one-way tinted glass curtain.

He lowered his binoculars as an Audi left Lanecorp, and he whipped out his walkie-talkie to call his friends on an encrypted channel. "Frank Lawrence has just left Lanecorp. Repeat, Frank Lawrence has just left Lanecorp."

"Roger," his friend replied over the walkie-talkie. "You and Blaze stick to the plan and ambush the target. Bolt and I will plant explosives around Lanecorp-that building will be wiped off the face of Zamri." "Roger!"

"Execute."

"Hehehe..."

fuck this up-it's an opportunity to prove ourselves to the Lionhearts. Remember, Frank

"Roger!"

stewards went to work, with the masked middle-aged man sneering as he rose to his

strength, there might be

had a million different

"Hmm?!"

had the feeling that something was amiss as he drove, and the feeling

There were no pedestrians nor a single car along the street, which

eyes

street and enter a three-way junction when a fuel truck suddenly came bounding

did not even have time to react-he only had a glimpse of

"Hehehe!!!"

shrill, maniacal laughter could be heard as Frank promptly turned and saw the other masked man, driving another fuel truck straight at him from

both fuel trucks slammed into each other