The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Who's your brother? Just fuck off.

Gable picked up a cigarette off the table, breathing out a puff as he stared at the pretty faces on stage with a look of lust.

He leered at them for a while and eventually blurted, "Your gals are nice."

Sohil chuckled. "You can have one if you like, how about that?"

Gable sighed disinterestedly. "Ugh, forget it-I don't have much time, I have to get back soon."

"Oh, come on!" Sohil laughed. "I have a room waiting right in the back-you'd last just two minutes anyway, so don't make it sound like you'd take a while."

"Fuck off." Gable laughed as Sohil threw a jab at him before his tone changed sharply. "So, how did your boy do with that task our great leader sent him on? The madam is still waiting!"

pricks have to handle it yourselves. Did you know what my son told me

"What?" Gable asked, mystified.

to roofie someone?! That woman must be a literal pig-I used the whole bottle on her, but she just kept going... I ended up having to stick it in her for ten minutes before she finally

went on to mimic how his son dropped on all floors and retched

women for a while." Sohil shrugged as he

already poisoned the old man, and she will be banishing Helen Lane and Frank Lawrence in a few days. At that point, I'll be the sole heir of the family, and

his own chest, Sohik nodded repeatedly in approval and held a glass of whisky by

"Well, I'm not going to stay-I need to check

for the good news." Sohil

Gable said as he reached for the doorknob,

the light that suddenly spilled in the room."Huh?! What the heck-"