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!"

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

"What?" Gable asked, mystified.

rant last night, "Dad! Could you choose your targets better next time you ask me to roofie someone?! That woman must be

his son dropped on all floors and retched for a long

for a while." Sohil shrugged as he returned to his seat. "And you're gonna pay

the hag's 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

in approval and held a glass of whisky

feet. "Well, I'm not going to stay-I need to check in with the hag, though it's only a matter of time before Helen Lane and Frank Lawrence

here for

said as he reached for the doorknob, only for the door to suddenly

to block out the light that suddenly spilled in the room."Huh?! What the heck-" Even before he