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.

for Alfred, as he remembered how he ordered the security guards to help

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

"Don't bother."

no intention to meddle. I just didn't expect Roman Xinder to behave so rudely-I'm not imposing, am I?" Frank's question left Alfred sweating all over his face-one of the actresses in

apologetic smile. "No, of course not. Your

"Honor, huh?"

the security guards standing at a corner, shaking his head and chuckling, "I was stopped

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

didn't mean anything

"O-Okay..."

Alfred traded glances, sighing in relief and wiping

that Frank can be

his appearance here was

be way worse, as Roman would still be throwing a hissy fit and refusing to cooperate, while Willy