The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Arriving at the drawing room, Frank saw a familiar face that he had just met recently.

"Oh, it's you?"

Stella was seated primly on the couch, scowling even as a servant brought her tea.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Frank asked as he sat down comfortably on the couch, leveling an interested look at the woman who was somehow completely different than when he saw her days ago.

If she had been haughty and endlessly confident about being an heiress of the Favonis, she was now the image of someone beaten.

Her eyes were bloodshot even as she looked up, rasping, "F-Frank Lawrence, I've come to apologize."

"Apologize?"

Frank was left dumbstruck by her words, not expecting Stella to come all this way to apologize.

Still, he shook his head and laughed. "Well, you don't like you're really apologizing! The public really have a lot to say about me these days, about me being a disgrace to all martial artists and whatnot." "It's my family and my brother's excuse."

"It was all Gerry's fault, and you've avenged yourself after killing him. But I came to apologize

"Spare your brother's life?"

He's getting quite full of himself, bragging to everyone that he would make despicable me pay... And I wonder, even if I let

flinching, and she bit her

Frank waved her off, feeling a little exasperated. "Your family is bent on taking me down in the name of justice, and so be it. I don't care how others see me anyway, but they

"N-No!"

to her feet and

told him

were divided

and father were leading the independent

the difficult path of striving to make something for

of Stella's uncles and the rest-opted to ally themselves to one of the

offer came to them

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