The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Seeing the oncoming black Mercedes, a thug in a singlet quickly turned and ran inside the temple to report, "Boss, he's here!"

"Shit, so that's why he's not haggling-he's filthy rich!"

There were over a dozen thugs, but they were the least important thugs there ever were. Even the boss was only in his twenties, and his hair was dyed in a variety of colors.

As Frank alighted and was heading towards them, he raised his metal bat and pointed at Frank pompously. "Stop right there! Not one step closer!"

"Okay, okay..."

Frank threw up his hands and surrendered while subtly looking around for the elderly man with a steel mask covering half his face.

"Where's the money?"

The thug boss frowned as he studied Frank just then.

"There's no briefcase in the car, boss!"

A thug had rushed over to rummage through the black Mercedes and did not find any briefcase containing money.

you're fucking with

raising his

Frank could tell by then that every thug present was within sight, while Aion

How unprofessional...

boss's metal bat, leaving it dented by

Frank sneered as he strode up and dislocated the thug boss's wrist, leaving the man screaming like a gutted pig and weating buckets. "Shit! How dare

at Frank anyway, ready to

least have been wary if they had someone watching Aion

he was, swinging his palm and dislocating the shoulders of the

all dropped to the

"Honestly..."

Frank shook his head.

thugs even here? For a

containing money-they did not even know enough

thing was

it was after Frank entered the rundown temple that he realize