The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"F-Fuck off?!"

Willy almost flew into a rage but was afraid of flipping out.

He nodded politely at Frank and glanced at Roman once before fleeing.

And fled he did, like a rat who saw a cat, showing no intention to fight back at all.

It was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do as he cursed inwardly.

Meanwhile, the production crew was left shaking in their boots, afraid to breathe as they watched Willy leave fearfully.

Who on earth was Frank to be able to tell Willy to fuck off?! One of Morhen's most famous bigwigs?!

On top of that, Willy was afraid to even retort. In fact, he did not dare say a word and fucked off as he was told.

Alfred Moran the director and Jeff Bale the screenwriter were both gasping.

how he ordered the security guards to help Roman attack Frank, he could slap himself

his knees in front of Frank, Alfred pleaded, "S-Sir, I

"Don't bother."

"My sister has a role in this production, and I was visiting incognito with no intention to meddle. I just didn't expect Roman Xinder to behave so rudely-I'm not imposing,

flashed an apologetic smile. "No, of course not. Your visit honors

"Honor, huh?"

the security guards standing at a corner, shaking his head and chuckling,

complain-would anyone have insulted Frank if they knew who he was?

mean anything by it. "Keep

"O-Okay..."

in relief and wiping the sweat

Frank can

here

be throwing a hissy fit and