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.

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

his knees in front of

"Don't bother."

to behave so rudely-I'm not imposing, am I?" Frank's question left Alfred sweating all over his face-one

an apologetic smile. "No, of

"Honor, huh?"

standing at a corner, shaking his head and chuckling, "I was stopped from entering earlier."

knew who he

mean anything by it.

"O-Okay..."

in relief and wiping the sweat off

seemed that Frank

his appearance here was

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