The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What are you laughing at?!"

The bodyguard up front glared at Thunder and Bolt.

Both men quickly stopped smiling and shook their heads. "Nothing."

Still, they could barely contain themselves the four people standing in front of the haughty bodyguards were all martial artists, each more ridiculous than the other. That was why the bodyguards' threat was hilarious, and they just could not stop themselves from laughing at the thought.

On the other hand, Frank did not argue, since he would rather not fight if he could.

All he wanted to do was buy the mansion without fuss instead of spilling blood, especially when Helen, Winter, and everyone else would be moving in tomorrow.

Waving, he led the others away from the steel gates back to the car and called Gene Pearce as the bodyguards leered at them haughty.

By the time he was done telling his story, Gene was incensed. "That brat's name is Gerry Bearson. I'm the one who cleared his gambling debts because even his father can't afford it, and he turned over the mansion to me in return.

Mr. Lawrence-if that brat keeps fucking around, just beat him up! I'll take responsibility even if you kill him, and I'm sending my men over to clean up

Frank understood-Gerry was just copping

the lead, he said quietly, "Gerry Bearson incurred a gambling debt that he couldn't cover. Gene Pearce helped him and had an agreement with his father that

and spat at Frank's face. "I don't give a

spit, glowering-it was not his fault that they were

Bolt, and both men promptly understood the

Crack!

a split second and without saying a word, Thunder and Bolt leapt forward,

Birthright ranks and were floored in

"Bleh!"

Frank, as if venting. "Getting alle cocky without even taking a a good look at